Snippet #2564831

Michael

As they made their way to the Shifter line, a female stumbled toward them. He stalked forward, barely catching her last word. Not that he needed to. Those weren't vampire bites. He caught the woman as she slumped forward lifelessly and looked at his brother. "Damned wolves.... Someone was hunting on the line." His eyes turned cold, furious. The only rule he liked in his parents' reign was the one that most immortals shared: no hunting on the borders. It was too easy for wars to start. Wars weren't easily kept from the human world. Angels got involved because human casualties were inevitable. Feeding sources went straight to the soldiers. Well, the noble ones. The commoners were used as bait, or starved into frenzies.

It was all more trouble than it was worth. They needed to start talking to the heads of each species before things got out of hand. A rogue was on the loose; whether it was a shifter or a werewolf out of his zone, it was hard to tell...


Galen

Galen watched from the shadows, sensing as the woman's soul left her. The Vampire Prince had dropped to his knees to catch her, something quite out of character for the scarred, ruthless male. The pain and annoyance that seeped from him was stifling. Any other highborn would have just let her. As though the civilian were nothing.

Perhaps there was more to the Princes after all....