Book 3: Son of a Vampire

Rafe

I stalk right up to the porch of the farmhouse, ignoring the startled guards, and snatch my child out of Eustice’s hands. “I’ll take him, thank you very much.”

“K-King Rafe Poe,” Eustice splutters, stumbling backward.

I turn to the baby-shaker then and grab her by the throat, lifting her off the ground. She gurgles.

The guards are stirred to action, and all five of them swarm toward me.

The lycans who came with me leap out of the trees and run across the road, throwing themselves on the guards. Scott makes short work of two of them, snapping their necks before they even know what hit them.

Casper and Jim head for two other guards and rip them open before they can make a sound, though I have no idea if they were able to use their mind-link capabilities to call for help.

A guard almost reaches me, but Devon grabs him by the neck, ripping through before he shifts, wiping blood off his mouth. “Go ahead,” he says to me. “I w