Bad Love: An Alpha's Regret (Leah and Aaron) novel Chapter 333

AXEL

I drive one of the Rathborn SUVs out to the territory line where vampires were reportedly spotted lurking around. This particular territory line happens to run along the edge of the road.

It’s one of the few boundaries that gives way to human territory not claimed by another pack and acts as a kind of human buffer between wolf territory and vampire territory on the other side of the county.

Of course, humans have no idea they’re basically a living barrier between two warring supernatural factions, and occasionally they do get caught in the crossfire.

It’s one of the rare times wolves and vampires will work together—cleaning up messes made by rogue wolves or vampires, and covering up our existence from humans who would likely either hunt us or try to use us should our presence ever become public knowledge.

I find a contingent of Aaron’s guards gathered and pull the SUV over to the side of the road to join them.

As soon as I get out, one of the senior pack members, William, comes to give me a report.

“The vampires are camped out another mile or so down this road,” William tells me.

“Okay, let’s go see what they’re up to. Grab a few guys, but not all of them. We need a show of force, but not a big one that will goad them into acting.”

William nods and then goes off to grab a couple of guys, while I climb back into the SUV.

A few minutes later, we’re rolling down the road, and the group of vampires soon comes into view.

Like William said, they’re camped out—literally.

They’ve got a couple of RVs and they’re parked in one of those non-serviced picnic rest stops people use when they’re traveling long distances.

This is the main road the pack uses to travel a lot of places—into the closest town, to the Council meetings, and to visit other packs.

From here, the vampires can monitor all of our comings and goings.

I pull up the SUV and as I’m climbing out, a couple of vampires walk from around the RVs.

One in particular steps forward, and I assume he’s some kind of leader.

He’s not that old, however. I can tell these are all lower-ranked vampires. The lackeys who do the bidding of the Elders.

“What’s going on here?” I demand, crossing my arms.

I stop a few feet back from the edge of the road, which is technically the hard line of where Rathborn territory ends.

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t the Slayer,” the lead vampire says with a smirk.

He’s smirking, yeah, but I can smell his fear and false bravado from a hundred yards away.

I sense William and the other guys glancing at me.