Chapter 51

Tristan Cole

I could hear Freya running behind me and trying to keep up, but I couldn't wait around for her. I knew she'd be safer back at the house with my mom and some of the others, so I sprinted even faster into the woods. My main concern was to catch that damn bloodsucker before he could report back to his Sire. I didn't know if to believe him, when he said that he knew what Freya was. If we could catch him and keep him in one piece, me and the boys had more than enough ways to get him to talk.

I kept running, sniffing the air and trees as I ran by them. Vampires were ridiculously fast, and I would lose him for sure if I stopped to track him properly. I rapidly caught his scent and howled into the air for the pack to follow me. All vamps smelt like freshly killed prey and burnt iron. I can only describe it as being similar to a lit sparkler sort of smell.

I guessed that the fresh meat smell was nature's way of enticing us, making us drool at the idea of eating