Darcy Branwyn

Tangled Moon:

A black SUV crossed the field; a Mercedes with tinted windows. He couldn’t smell them yet. Most cars were airtight, but he knew the two vampires were there.

They waited as the car lumped over the uneven ground. Lothar had lost that tense stiffness from before. The werewolf’s black eyes gleamed with readiness in the moonlight as he watched them approach.  

The SUV pulled to a stop, and the driver’s side opened first. Jonas was hit a moment later by the other werewolf’s sent. A middle-aged man, lean and looking like an older version of Lothar got out.

Waylon followed, and then Jonas’s former brother, Caleb. He was blond and blue-eyed, and a little shorter than Jonas. Lazarus had changed him three-hundred years ago, to be his second son. Like his other two sons, he was loyal to a fault.

“Caleb’s gifting is speed,” he let the others know. “But he isn’t that strong.” He glanced at Lothar. “He’s here for me but he’s no match for you, anyway.”

“Yes, I know.” He showed his teeth briefly, fangs elongated. He was as confident as his little female. That was always the problem with werewolves. It was that bite first, figure it out later, that made vampires so weary of them in the first place.

He eyed the older werewolf, distrusting him more than Caleb. Vampires simply weren’t a threat to Jonas physically. The only thing they could do was to manipulate him, and he’d already learned the hard lesson in that. 

“Grandfather,” Waylon said, spreading his arms in a mock greeting to Alessandro. “So nice to see you again. You should stop hiding. Everyone is beginning to think you’re losing your power. Or maybe you already have.” He smiled. “I suppose you can’t help it. It’s your curse. You’ll always be controlled by your female.”…