Mae stared over her shoulder at where Vicker stood staring at the car as it drove off. She knew that Larson was right. They couldn’t wait for the sun to set. More vampires could come and attack. It seemed they were going to come after him until he was dead. Larson made a turn and she couldn’t see him anymore. She faced the front, worried about Vicker. She knew he could take care of himself, but the last time he barely survived the vampire attack. If it wasn’t for Nayla thinking quickly, he would have died.
Mae touched her chest, feeling for her wolf. She never refused to follow her command before, and did exactly what she wanted. Mae was glad that she refused to listen to her, because there was no way she would have been strong enough to drag Vicker or think of convincing Larson to save h
