Oui. Not his favorite memory, but at least he’d walked away. The human trapper hadn’t been so lucky. The vamp had torn the poor bastard apart and made a slushie out of him.The copper scent of his blood wrapped around him as he lurched toward the bayou’s edge. The buzz of the mosquitos almost masked the slide of something large into the water. At five in the morning, it was still dark, but the night already had a grey tinge that promised sunrise was coming on fast. In maybe ninety minutes, the hot summer sun would climb up over the horizon and he’d be safe for another twelve, maybe fourteen hours. Vamps couldn’t take the light, which meant the sun was his all access pass to temporary safety.Eden.The wolf staggered, the man lost deep inside the beast cajoling and threatening the beast to keep its feet. As soon as he hit the ground, he was done for because he wouldn’t be moving again. Putting one foot in front of the other right now was an act of sheer will, because he was always the predator and never the prey.
