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A loud sound pierced the night, a combo between a howl and some kind of banshee scream. It sent chills down her spine and the thing under her grew totally lax.

  “What was that?” She doubted he’d answer her but she still felt the need to ask.

  He tried to shake his head, a reminder that she had a firm hold on him. But she was too afraid to let him go. He moved too fast. He could come at her from any angle if he got out from under her. She kept the muzzle of the gun pressed tight to his skin, surprised the primal scream hadn’t made her shoot him. No one could blame her for being jumpy.

  The thing under her grabbed her leg and she fired instinctively. The bullet tore into his mouth and he bucked under her. It almost unseated her, so Jadee squeezed her legs as tight as possible around his rib cage and dug her heels a little under his hips. She prayed she had more bullets as seconds ticked by while he began to heal.

  “I said not to move, dumb-ass.”

  He made a sickening gurgling noise in his throat. She lowered the gun to right above where her thumb split from her fingers, placing it tight under his jaw.

  “You don’t have a brain so let’s go through your neck to your spine. That put Victor down for a few minutes. Do you know what you can’t come back from, asshole? Having your head taken off. While you’re out, that’s what I’ll do. There’s a shitload of glass around here thanks to you. Don’t move again.”

  She’d have to do something soon. “Peggy?”

  The woman groaned from inside the truck.

  “Damn it, Peggy!” Her voice rose. “Wake up. I need you.”

  “Jadee?”

  “Yes. Get out of the truck.”

  “I’m hurt.”

  The man under her suddenly tensed and grabbed at her again. She fired the gun and he went still, his arms dropping away.

  “What was that?” Peggy’s voice seemed a little more alert.

  Jadee knew the blond would recover fast. They’d both be dead if Peggy didn’t do what she asked. “I need you to find something sharp, maybe some metal in the front of the engine area.”

  Peggy needed to find her something she could use to behead the bastard. It was a disgusting thought but she wanted to survive that bad. She already regretted not carrying a knife or something else sharp enough to cut with.

  “Peggy! Damn it, find something sharp and get over here. We’re dead if you don’t.”

  “What happened?”

  “Peggy! Do what I said!”

  It was promising when she heard the passenger door open, since she couldn’t see inside the cab from the ground just next to the engine area, where she’d jumped on the blond creature.

  “Hurry, Peggy.”

  The thing under her began to recover. She felt his body tense.

  “Don’t attack me. I’ll shoot you again,” she warned, just hoping she had another bullet left. She’d lost track of how many she’d fired and she didn’t have another spare cartridge. Otherwise she would have already reloaded just to be certain.

  “Where’s Brent? Mark?”

  “Find something sharp, Peggy. Hurry up, damn it!”

  “Who was that man in the road? Did we miss him?”

  Jadee’s frustration swelled. Peggy seemed to be moving around the back of the truck, taking her sweet time.

  “Brent! Oh my God!” Peggy wailed. “He’s here! I found him. He’s not moving, Jadee!”

  The thing under her picked that moment to buck wildly, and it knocked Jadee off his chest. She slammed into the ground and pulled the trigger just as her other hand tore free from his throat.

  The gun clicked but it didn’t fire. There were no bullets left.

  I’m screwed.

  Pain exploded in the side of her face and she realized he’d smacked her. It hurt like a son of a bitch and she struggled to breathe. It felt as if her cheekbone could possibly be broken.

  She expected him to rip out her throat next—but it didn’t happen. Instead a scream rose from Peggy. Either the soldier was going after her or she was freaking out about Brent.

  The gun was still in Jadee’s hand and she lifted it, trying to sit up. She couldn’t just lay there or she’d die for certain.

  Peggy’s sobs came from the back of the truck. They were broken, raspy cries. Jadee managed to get to her feet and stumble in that direction. The gun was useless but she could hit the bastard with it. She was willing to club him but didn’t think it would do much damage.

  She froze when a new sound reached her, and she turned, wondering what other horrible thing was coming. It panted, whatever it was. Loudly. She braced for impact, gripping the gun tighter. It seemed to be coming right for them.

  A big, dark shape suddenly came into view, dashing on all fours as it broke from the woods.

  It wasn’t a Vampire or a soldier. She wasn’t sure what the hell it was.

  It loomed bigger and she threw up her free arm, trying to protect her face and throat. The impact would probably kill her. She even closed her eyes, not wanting to see any more.

  The thing passed by so close she felt it brush her leg.

  I’m still alive.

  She opened her eyes, the image of that beast stuck in her mind. Werewolf?

  She’d glimpsed something shiny hanging around the thing’s throat. The memory of the necklace she’d seen with a silver ring hanging from the chain flashed through her head next…

  Lavos!

  A shriek hurt her ears, and snarling followed.

  Something slammed into the truck hard enough to make metal groan.

  Jadee tried to decide what to do. It only took her a second. She jumped inside the cab of the truck and dropped the useless gun. She closed the driver’s door then lunged across the seat, having to stretch to close the passenger door. She got it shut and hit the lock button. Sounds of a vicious fight filtered into the truck, reminding her of the hole in the driver’s side window, so she scooted over, getting far from the opening. She shoved the broken piece of what used to be the housing for the airbag on the passenger side out of the way.

  It took effort to get the jammed glove box open and she gripped the metal flashlight the rental guy had pointed out to her. It was heavy and solid. It would help her see and she could use it as a weapon. She wished she had a shotgun in the truck.

  She straightened, bumping her knee on the dash as she curled her legs up. She turned the flashlight on and twisted in the seat, trying to find the source of the fight. It definitely still raged, based on the repeated shrieks and snarls that filled the night.

  Jadee found them. The big beasty thing was on top of the blond about twenty feet from the tailgate. It had the soldier pinned to the ground, one of its meaty arms swinging, claws slashing at the thing’s throat. Blood sprayed across a nearby tree.

  She watched until it was over. The blond’s head actually rolled away from the torso.

  The beast paused and stared her way. It looked like some kind of messed-up huge demon dog. It wasn’t furry like a wolf and it had a more muscular body. She studied his shoulders. They looked more human in shape than canine. Her gaze traveled over the rest of his body. Those thighs were too thick to belong to a dog and he wore black underwear. The small amount of material hid the area between his hips to a few inches down his thighs. She also spotted a tail. The shorts in the back were lower than they should have been, probably to accommodate it.

  And she’d seen correctly—a chain with a ring hung around its throat.

  She glanced up at the creature’s face again. It had the extended jawline and sharp teeth of a wolf but the eyes were wrong. They were more human looking. Their bright blue color and the fact that they glowed caused a sharp pain in her chest. It is Lavos.

  Beasty version of Lavos stepped off the still body of the soldier and looked away from her, moving toward something out of the line of her flashlight. She moved the beam, following him.

  Peggy lay face down and not moving.

  Grief struck next. Peggy’s normally blonde hair had been turned a brigh
t red and appeared wet. It was blood, so much of it that Jadee knew she was dead without needing to inspect the body.

  Lavos sniffed at her then lifted his head again, staring at Jadee. He did a very human thing by shaking his head slightly from side to side to let her know Peggy’s fate.

  Jadee turned off the flashlight and slumped in the seat. She didn’t want to see any more. Tears filled her eyes. Lavos had saved her but no one else had survived. She’d heard Brent being attacked and watched Mark die on the hood of her truck. They were all dead.

  Pain lanced through her as she hugged her knees and huddled on the passenger side of the cab. She didn’t know what to do…and wasn’t sure if she even wanted to do anything at all.

  At least the blond monster was dead too. The last soldier had been found. She focused on that bit of good news.

  Lavos checked on the three humans, or what was left of them. None of them had survived being attacked. He lifted his head and watched Jadee. She remained inside the truck, unmoving. He put off going to her as long as he could, and then shifted back before slowly approaching the driver’s side door. He tried the handle but discovered it locked. He reached inside the broken part and grabbed hold of the inner handle, popping it open.

  “Jadee? It’s Lavos.”

  “I know.”

  He bent down, staring at her. Her eyes were closed, and she held a flashlight as if it were a child’s toy, clutched to her chest with both hands. The interior lights of the truck weren’t bright but he knew she could see him if she’d just open her eyes. She might be too afraid.

  “I’m back to normal. It’s safe to look at me.”

  She did. He expected to see horror or revulsion in her eyes, but not the tears. It made him want to climb inside the truck and pull her into his arms. He might have done it except he had blood coating his skin. He glanced down, grimacing at the sight. He probably looked just as bad in skin as he had while shifted.

  “I was tracking the soldier into town when I realized he’d turned this way. I came as fast as I could. I had hoped you’d made it to the highway.”

  “I might have, but the blond jumped in front of the truck. Peggy grabbed the wheel.” She released the flashlight with one hand, jerking her thumb toward the front. “I was intent on running that bastard down but instead got a tree.”

  He tried to make sense of it. He could see damage to her left cheek. She had struck her head at some point. It worried him.

  “Running him down?”

  “He stood in the middle of the road, probably thinking I’d stop. I stomped on the gas instead. I figured a three-thousand-pound weapon versus one shithead would be a win for the good guys. Why did Peggy have to grab the wheel? We could have made it. I know it. I would have run that bastard over.”

  Jadee once again proved she was braver than most. “He would have just jumped at the last second and landed on your truck instead.”

  “Oh.”

  “There was no real way to avoid this. I’m so sorry. Your friends are gone.”

  “I know.”

  “Are you hurt?” He leaned a few inches forward, trying to get a better look at her face. He didn’t see any other injuries but she was kind of curled into a ball on the seat.

  “He smacked me hard.” She tilted her head to show him the red mark. “Better my cheek than my throat, right? I guess he figured I was down for the count so he’d go after Peggy first. Poor Peggy. She didn’t deserve to die that way. It’s my fault. I shouldn’t have asked her to get out of the truck to find me something sharp. I thought I might be able to take off his head.”

  Her words stunned him, and it must have showed in his expression.

  “I know. I was desperate and out of options. The front end was messed up good. I saw that much. I thought it might work to, you know…slash through his throat. I probably would have had an issue when I hit bone, though.”

  She was in shock. It was obvious. He hesitated, not sure how to deal with that. He needed to get her out of the truck and somewhere safe. The motor home came to mind. It was the closest sound structure. He slowly reached for her jean-clad leg. He’d wiped off as much blood as possible in the grass before he’d shifted back.

  “Jadee? None of this is your fault. You didn’t kill your friends. That soldier did.” She didn’t flinch away from him when he curled his fingers around her knee. “We need to get out of here. Can you walk?”

  She licked her lips. “I think so.”

  “Good.”

  “Are we just going to leave them out there? Will they turn into one of those things? I don’t want that. Seeing Victor as a monster was bad enough. I couldn’t take that. Maybe Mark. He was always an asshole so I wouldn’t feel bad about having to kill him again, but Brent and Peggy would be rough.”

  “They aren’t going to turn.”

  “You’re sure?”

  “I only smelled their blood on the bodies. Not his. He didn’t try to change them over.”

  “Being bitten doesn’t do it?”

  “No. Otherwise the world be overrun with Vampires and soldiers, since they feed off humans. They have to exchange blood.”

  “Good to know.”

  She