Chapter 5. Bloodlust

GRAYSON

“I’m so sorry, Alpha,” Elijah continued. “I followed her scent as far as I could. It stopped at a bus stop.”

“Fuck,” Kyle said. “Fuck, that means she could be anywhere.”

I looked to the horizon where the Clan of Azazel was approaching quickly, hundreds of vampires looking for blood.

I was torn—part of me wanted to protect my pack, to go fight with them and lead them, but the other part—perhaps the bigger part—wanted, needed, to go find my mate.

I wasn’t anything without her.

“Alpha?” Elijah asked. “What do you want me to do?”

I knew I didn’t have an option. My voice came out gruff and deep—more wolf than man. “Shift. We have some vampires to fight.”

We didn’t approach the army of Azazel. Instead, we let them come to us.

It felt like they were moving in slow motion even though they were sprinting toward us, looking rabid and bloodthirsty, snarling and baring their fangs.

I was sure it was meant to look intimidating,