Page 6 of Craving Her Vampire

Fuck.

Yep, they are going to try to kill me tonight.

It should be fun.

Don’t look back. Don’t look back. The minute you look back in the movies, you fall. I like to think I am a bit more coordinated, but when running for your life, you shouldn’t take chances.

I like being right, but not in this case.

My first clue was the rope Henry took from the trunk when we got out of the car.

I didn’t stick around to find out the next clue.

I ran into the forest, not knowing where the fuck I was going but knowing I didn’t want to stay with them. Shifters love a good hunt, and my pack is no different. But I am fast. I finally learned how to be fast and smart.

I hear them behind me, but not too close yet. I don’t want to shift, even though it would help. I’m faster in my coyote form.I really don’t want to be caught with no clothes on in the same area as they are. It will be my last resort.

“Bitch, you can’t run forever,” Henry shouts.

Probably not.

I leap over a fallen tree and almost look behind me. Dammit, bitch, don’t look back.

I am well aware of the reputation of coyotes. We are called thieves, cheats, liars, and not worthy of the gifts we are given. It’s all true. We are all of those things.

I lie every day.

I steal every day.

I wish I didn’t have this gift. I wouldn’t be running to save myself and my coyote.

I cheat daily. I use all the tricks I have to try to get my brother back and stick it to Turner.

I wish I didn’t have to. I wish someone would save me and my brother.

But I know my wishes aren’t worthy of being answered.

Chapter Three

Micah

Being in the forest, surrounded by the sounds of natural wildlife and the smell of the forest without the perfumes, sweat, and scents of populated areas, relaxes me. I love the woods. A vampire should feel more at home in the city. Sometimes, I need the quiet. The amount of noise and people I have met over my life is extreme.

I lean back on the tree, my legs stretched out along the branch, my feet bare, and breathe. A shifter or vampire can dull their senses if they are powerful enough. I have had many years of practice at dimming my sensitive hearing and smell, but it gets exhausting doing it all the fucking time. Ryker is a pro at doing it. The idea of owning a nightclub, listening to the pounding music and voices, makes me cringe.

I have a list of bad guys I could be searching for to kill, but I want a night off. Dedicating my life for the last thirty years to doing good is relentless. I prefer the days of not giving a shit. Why do there have to be so many horrible people in the world?I could just let it go. Stop searching, stop bringing justice to those they hurt, and stop trying to be a hero. I could travel for pleasure. Eat good food. Sample different blood types. I could become the beast I used to be so easily. Of course, I would be more of a gentleman about it this time. I would get permission to drink their blood. I was rather good at seducing willing women to bare their necks to me. I could drink my fill, give in to the demon within, and forget about protecting our world and the silly humans who live in it.

I sigh. Then Maddy’s disappointed face flashes in my head. She would shake her head and lecture me. I can’t do it. I can’t dishonor her memory.

Slipping back into my old ways is tempting sometimes, like today. Maybe it is a sign of my impending insanity. I spoke to Quinn, Bash, and Ryker, warning them and preparing them for the day they will have to work together to kill me. Bishop and Laken will have to help, too.

I am not an easy kill.

Ryker and Bash know I am powerful, but I have never displayed all of my talents. No vampire in this world is more powerful than I am. I have traveled and met other vampires and beasts. I have fought alongside them and against others. There is no comparison. Ryker, and maybe Bash, are closer than any other.

I am not bragging.

It is just a fact.