They ate, drank, and then rested inside the hut. In the wild, wolves and cats preferred smaller dens and the cramped space didn't deter them. Nicolas talked quietly to Samson and caught up on events. Talk of war spiked his anger. He wanted to feel cat flesh between his jaws.

They ate again in the early evening and then heard the sound of more trucks heading their way. While they still remained far off, a lone vampire head peeked into the hut. It was Amy. She had eyes only for ...