Found, a Vampire Romance by Lori Devoti Read Free Book Online

humans make it this deep into the canyon?
    Dorian didn’t think so.
    An edge of unease slid through him. He tapped his fingers against the heel of his palm.
    From behind came the sound of a twig breaking. Cameron, getting close and not even bothering to hide that he was following.
    Quickly, Dorian followed the males’ footprints, backwards, to see from where they had come.
    What he discovered stopped him cold.
    One pair of the booted footprints stopped about ten feet away, or they didn’t stop, they changed. In a small area no bigger than two feet wide it appeared one of the humans had stopped to put on or take off his shoes.
    And since Dorian was following the trail backwards, he knew which. One of the males who had found Nancy had, only a short time prior to that, been walking barefoot through the cold, dark canyon.
    Who did that?
    Not any human he knew. 
    He continued to follow the trail. This time what he found made him curse.
    He knelt to study the tracks better and was hit from the side, Cameron slamming into him like a linebacker intent on taking down half of the opposing team.
    Enraged by what he feared was happening to Nancy, Dorian fought back. He rammed his palm into his brother’s throat and tossed him to the side.
    With another curse, he sprang to his feet and faced Cameron.
    “Enough. Back off.” Dorian’s voice rose as he spoke, and surprisingly, Cameron, now on his feet also, took a step backward. It was sufficient. Ignoring his brother and the bloody stake gripped in his fist, Dorian knelt to study the tracks.
    His first glance had been accurate— paw and footprints. Wolf and human. His gut seized. With a curse he stood. “Werewolves,” he muttered.
    Cameron shook his head. “You fooled me once.”
    Before his brother could continue, Dorian pointed at the cold hardened mud. “Look for yourself. Human and wolf tracks, merging.”
    “Don’t equal werewolf. I haven’t heard there are wolves here, but it’s possible. And human?” Cameron lifted his shoulder.
    “Barefoot. Human tracks. Barefoot. And they don’t move beside or over the wolf tracks, they lead into them, turn into them.”
    Cameron’s brows rose, but he didn’t move forward.
    Knowing at this point his only hope to get to Nancy’s side was to convince his brother to help, Dorian raised his hands, as if someone held a gun on him, and stepped back.
    After inspecting the tracks for only a moment, although it felt like eons to Dorian, Cameron faced him.
    “Werewolves,” he said. With no word of apology for his original intentions when coming to the canyon, he slipped the stake into the back of his pants. “So, brother, what do we do now?”
    They were the first civil words Cameron had spoken to Dorian in months. A tiny knot in the pit of Dorian’s stomach loosened. And for a moment, he didn’t feel alone. His brother was going to help him. Together they would save Nancy.
    Whatever arguments happened after that, Dorian would deal with them.
    “I think I know where they are going.” Trusting Cameron would follow, Dorian began to follow the three sets of human footprints.
    They pointed, as he had guessed they would, not to the road but to the deepest, ugliest part of the canyon. It was the one part of the canyon he hadn’t investigated. Even in his stressed-out state, he hadn’t wanted to wander that deep into this cursed place’s secrets.
    Cameron came up behind him. Dorian stopped. If they were going to go on together, Dorian needed his brother to trust him.
    “Someone or thing carried off the bodies,” he said.
    He didn’t have to explain which bodies. After Dorian’s earlier ramblings, Cameron now knew why Dorian had come to this canyon in the first place, to dispose of the humans his father, in some fit of self-indulgence, had drained.
    “I thought it was me. I think that idea pushed me faster into losing control.” Of his monster .
    Cameron listened, his face impassive.
    “Believing that was a mistake. It kept me