Bad Moon Rising (Dark Hunter 18) by Sherrilyn Kenyon

Author:Sherrilyn Kenyon [Kenyon, Sherrilyn]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi, pdf
Tags: Vampires, Werewolves, Paranormal, General, Romance, Fantasy, Fiction, Occult & Supernatural
ISBN: 9781410416926
Publisher: Macmillan
Published: 2009-01-01T06:00:00+00:00

He picked the locket up from his chest and held it in a tight fist. He would be back.

First he had duties.

Taking a deep breath, he dressed himself in jeans, a T-shirt, and a leather jacket before he held the cloth to his nose and took a deep breath. With the demon’s stench choking him, he left to track it down.

A imee paused as she entered Fang’s empty room. The white duvet was still rumpled and the pillows askew as if he’d just stepped away. “Fang?”

No one answered.

Frowning, she knew he wasn’t in the bathroom since that was where she’d just come from. Where would he go? She searched Peltier House and Sanctuary with her powers and still there was no sign of him.

Had he gone to his brother?

She closed her eyes and let her powers wander through the ether until she found him. He was down in the Warehouse District, walking along the street like he hadn’t just come back from hell. The antique stores that were housed in the old warehouse buildings were closed for the night as he passed by them.

What in the world was he doing there?

She watched as he paused to lean against a gray brick building as if trying to catch his breath. He had one arm wrapped around his ribs before he pushed himself away and continued down the street. He kept his head lowered and by the predatorial way he moved she could tell he was tracking someone.

Why would he do something so stupid? She’d gone to a lot of trouble to save him for him to just turn around and get knifed in a back alley when he should still be in bed resting.

“What are you thinking, wolf?”

He was in no shape to be after anyone or anything. And before she could stop herself, she teleported to be right there beside him.

Fang whirled on her with a growl so fierce, she actually took a step back in fear. She’d forgotten just how formidable he could be. Even thin and weak, he was still as fierce as any Slayer she’d ever seen. His long hair fell into feral eyes and the sword he swung came at her so fast that all she could do was gasp and hold her hands up.

The blade paused so close to her that she could feel the tiniest scrape of it against her upraised palms.

“What are you doing here?” Fang demanded, his tone tight with anger.

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