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“The bodies were drained ofblood, and five of them are missing,” I repeat the information from the broadcast.
“Nothing else makes sense,” Micah states the obvious. “Nothing was stolen, and there was no evidence of a motive.”
“What aren’t you telling us?” Amelia asks, stepping closer to the vampire.
Elijah’s face wrinkles with question as she approaches. “I thought the wolf energy I was feeling was because of this location and the lycan in this room.” He smiles, showing a mouthful of snow-white teeth. “You are quite intriguing, young one.” He sniffs the air around her.
“Stop, you’re going to make me blush.” Her voice is laced with sarcasm, making me like her even more.
“Your maker was ancient,” he continues.
“Isancient,” Amelia interrupts. “She’s still alive.”
Elijah bows slightly. “Excuse me for my mishap of words.” He begins to walk around her, assessing her from all angles. “You have lycan blood as well as vampire?”
Amelia turns, looking at her Alpha husband. He smiles, nodding his head slightly. “I have a splash,” she answers with a smirk.
He turns his nose up, sniffing the air in front of him. “Smells like more than a splash.”
“My mother was a hybrid. Half human and half lycan,” she continues.
“Who would’ve thought something so perverse was possible?”
She huffs a laugh. “Yeah, who knew?”
The energy in the room feelsthickerthan moments before. Something is about to happen. Instinctively, I move away from the duo.
“Show him, my love,” Topher encourages her from his spot on the wall.
“You might want to move, Mr. Montclair.” Amelia bounces on her feet slightly, reminding me of an athlete about to run the race of their lifetime. She begins to shake her hands out, and within seconds, the beautiful woman transforms into a larger-than-life red wolf. She moves closer to the vampire until barely any space separates the two of them. In wolf form, Amelia is much larger than her human form. Her shoulders line up with Elijah’s eyes. She bends slightly, licking him on the face and covering him in lycanthrope slobber.
“Amelia says you taste like sunshine,” Topher interrupts the awkwardness. “She would like to know if she has adequately answered your question as to what she is?”
Elijah steps back, pulling a bright red handkerchief from his suit jacket and dramatically wiping his face. “You have, my dear. Thank you.”
The wolf’s head bows before she begins shaking, resembling a dog in a bathtub. Standing in the middle of the room is the tiny woman from before. Long redcurls cover her breasts as Topher wraps a blanket around her waist.
“Holy shit,”Thorne whispers through my mind.
“Agreed,”I answer.
“I’ll ask you again, Mr. Montclair. What aren’t you telling us?” Amelia’s words carry more weight than before.
“May I?” Elijah asks, motioning toward an empty chair in front of Connor’s desk.
“Please.” Connor motions to the chair.
Elijah sighs before speaking. “A few months prior, I was contacted by a woman looking for a safe place for her and her children to rest for a few weeks.”
“By children, I’m assuming you mean the vampires she’s created,” I fill in the blanks.
“She said they were going to be in the area and would require sustenance for the time they’re here.” Elijah avoids my question.
“What was her name?” Amelia asks.
“Patrice,” he answers.
I share a look with Thorne and Amelia. From the looks on their faces, they don’t recognize the name either. “What was she doing?” Thorne asks.
