Vicker rushed down the hall. Anger rippled through him with every step he took. She was calling out to another male. He should have been used to it by now. It was no secret that she wanted her mate, but knowing and hearing it were two different things. Vicker released a breath as he walked out of the house. He didn’t think he'd ever get used to hearing her say that.
He turned into thin air as he walked down the driveway. He needed to be as far away from there as possible. He reappeared at the vampire nest. The house was burned to the ground, and there was nothing left.
Vicker wasn’t sure why he appeared there. Memories flashed through his mind as he stared at the remains of his house. He turned away. The milking rooms were still standing. Vicker growled, they should have burned them down
