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Hunter nodded in agreement. “You’re right. She could draw in more trouble than you’re prepared for here. Every clan, nest,or pack will want to get their hands on her. Keeping her hidden is the best option.”
Brie gave them both a small nod. “Either way, we’ll take care of her. I take it you two are going after the vampire?”
Mercy felt a sense of satisfaction settle in her chest. This was the right plan. Elyria would be safe, and they would deal with the enemies who had set this entire chain of events in motion.
Hunter turned back to Mercy, his expression serious once again. “We need to move fast. The vampire won’t be easy to track, but I have a few leads.”
Mercy’s eyes flashed with determination. “Then let’s get started.”
They left the abbey just as the first light of dawn began to break through the trees. The air was crisp, a cold wind tugging at their clothes as they moved swiftly through the forest. Mercy kept pace with Hunter, her senses heightened as she scanned the area for any signs of movement.
The hunt had begun.
Hunter’s tracking skills were unmatched, but Mercy’s heightened abilities made her just as formidable. She could smell the faint trace of the vampire’s scent on the wind, mingled with the damp earth and the scent of pine. It was faint, but it was there, leading them deeper into the wilderness.
“Do you think he’s working alone?” Mercy asked, keeping her voice low as they moved.
Hunter shook his head. “No. He’s got allies. There were too many signs of organization in his movements. We need to be prepared for a fight.”
Mercy’s grip tightened on the hilt of the blade strapped to her waist. She had fought vampires before, but this was different. This wasn’t just about survival—this was about stopping a greater threat, about preventing more bloodshed.
They moved in silence for another hour, the forest growing denser around them. Hunter’s eyes were sharp, his senses attuned to every rustle of leaves, every snap of a twig. Mercy’s heart raced with anticipation, her blood humming with the familiar rush of adrenaline.
Finally, they reached a clearing, the scent of the vampire stronger now and mixed with the faint, acrid smell of magic. Mercy stopped, her eyes narrowing as she scanned the area.
“He’s close,” she murmured.
Hunter nodded, his hand resting on the hilt of his own weapon. “Be ready.”
They crept forward, every step measured, every movement deliberate. And then, just as they reached the edge of the clearing, Mercy saw him.
The vampire stood in the center of the open space, his back to them, his pale skin gleaming in the dim light. He wasn’t alone. Two figures flanked him—one a fae with silver hair, the other a shifter, his wolfish features sharp and predatory.
Mercy’s body tensed as she prepared for the fight.
Hunter’s hand came up, signaling for her to wait. “We need to be smart about this,” he whispered, his voice barely audible. “We take out the shifter first. Then the fae. The vampire’s mine.”
Mercy nodded, her grip tightening on her blade. She knew how dangerous this fight would be, but she wasn’t afraid. She was ready.
Hunter moved first, slipping through the shadows with the stealth of a predator. Mercy followed, her movements fluid and silent as they approached their targets.
In a blur of motion, Hunter lunged at the shifter, his blade flashing in the dim light as he struck. The shifter let out a strangled cry, his body crumbling to the ground before he even had a chance to react.
The fae spun around, her eyes widening in shock, but Mercy was already moving. She slashed her blade through the air, the steel cutting through the magic that the fae had barely begun to summon. The fae staggered back, her hands glowing with raw power, but Mercy was faster.
She drove her blade into the fae’s chest, the force of the blow sending the woman to the ground in a heap.
It was over in seconds.
Hunter stood over the fallen shifter, his breathing steady, his eyes locked on the vampire. The pale creature snarled; his fangs bared as he realized he was cornered.
“This ends now,” Hunter growled, his voice low and dangerous.
The vampire’s eyes flicked to Mercy, his lips curling into a twisted smile. “You think you can stop me?” he hissed. “You don’t know what’s coming.”
Mercy felt a surge of anger rise up, but she kept her focus. The vampire was trying to bait them, to make them lose control. But she wouldn’t fall for it.
“We’re not here to talk,” she said coldly, stepping forward. “We’re here to finish this.”
