Beneath the Broken Moon: Part One: Shifter/Vampire Romance by Sarah Makela Read Free Book Online

I wasn’t around? Or worse...when I was asleep and helpless?
    A foreboding feeling urged me back home. I walked quickly at first, but my nagging intuition screamed at me, ‘run.’ As I stepped into the alley, I saw a hole where the cardboard and plastic were supposed to be.
    My fears were proving to be justified.
    With a curse, I jogged inside using supernatural speed and stealth. Though the blackness would hamper any human, I could see every detail of my home like it was daytime. Yet something lurked, just out of sight. I could sense an unspoken threat; someone wanted me dead.
    “Come out. Stop wasting my time,” I yelled into the darkness. What use would cowardice be?
    A shadow moved in the kitchen, and another darted across the balcony overlooking the living room.
    My fangs lengthened into sharp points with a quiet snap. I stepped out of the den, but kept my back to the wall. These beings were professionals. I wouldn’t allow them an opportunity to surprise me from behind.
    Someone whirled toward me from the kitchen. I slammed my fist into the man’s chest, causing a loud crunch as he stumbled back and hit the floor.
    The black-clad figure from the loft flung itself over the railing and soared down to the ground, landing with an arrogant flair.
    This didn’t make sense. The man in the kitchen wasn’t a vampire, but there was something about this one. The rapid tap of footsteps drew my attention toward the kitchen. Maybe I’d been wrong about him.
    Before I could do anything, a solid weight barreled into me, slamming me into the wall. Fingers dug into my arms, and magic thrummed through the air. The magic held a dark, powerful taint almost like that of the necromancers of old. If I didn’t stop him, I’d die a true death.
    I shoved him away and the man flew off me, smacking into the opposite wall. A loud pop resounded from where the man in the kitchen had been. I leapt out of the way and wound up on my hands and knees in the living room.
    Another wave of magic slammed into me and I dropped to the floor, pain eating at me. I wouldn’t let this happen. I’d never give in to these men. I was a vampire, a superior being.
    Pop .
    I jerked to the side, knowing they weren’t trying to kill me. What they were trying to do was much worse than death—they wanted to capture me. I reached out my hand toward them, drawing on the telekinetic magic of my bloodline. I clenched my fist and jerked it toward me. The deathly pain immediately stopped, but my head swam from the after-effects of the necromancer’s magic.
    The man from the kitchen lay beside me, his stunned hazel eyes staring at the ceiling. The tranquilizer pistol shook in his hands. I dragged him toward me by the neck. A thick leather collar circled his throat, so they must have suspected what I was. The necromancer’s presence confirmed that.
    I sank my fangs into his wrist, keeping my crushing grip on his neck. His hot coppery blood slid down my throat, revitalizing each cell in my body. With my energy this low after the fight, the need to feed overwhelmed my desire for answers. When the man stopped fighting, his heartbeat a small, fragile bird fluttering to a stop in his heart, I closed the wound with my tongue.
    The necromancer must have fled, leaving his less powerful friend to die.
    I swiped a hand over my bloody lips, staring at the darkly clad intruder. Why were these people trying to capture me, and how had they known I was a vampire? Maybe I should’ve fought my needs and questioned him while he was conscious. I might still have a chance; he wasn’t dead yet.
    Slumping into a chair, I sighed. My life had been simpler before meeting that werewolf. People hadn’t been after me for mysterious reasons, and I hadn’t had to deal with the tendrils of desire that stirred within me when I thought of her.
    The smile on her lips, and the way she giggled. Damn . I wanted to see her again, but we weren’t meant to be. We could not be.

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