An owl, hunting by the growing light, hooted in the boughs of the huge fir trees. Pale green moss hung from the branches, making it easy to imagine they were in the bayous of the Deep South, all except for the lack of water underfoot and the far taller height of the trees. They climbed over a thousand feet in elevation and the air up here was a damn sight colder than in the lowlands. Ty’s breath hung in crystallized white clouds in front of his face. He glanced at Crawford. The vampire didn’t breathe at all. Ty examined one of the dark smears of blood/ichor mix. “This isn’t fresh. They haven’t been back since the attack. Now what?” “If what you’re looking for can’t be found, then you’re looking in the wrong place,” Crawford answered. Ty glared at him. “Thanks for the philosophy lesson. You’re the damn vampire. How do we find these bastards?” “If they’re building an army of Thralls, they’ll need a place big enough to house them, keep them close together so they can have better control over the hive mind.
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