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It rolled through him like quiet thunder, rippled through his system from his spinal column outward, instantly lowered his fangs, and then vanished. Black out. What the hell...?

Yonnie untangled himself from the three naked, voluptuous females that were regenerating beside him, sat up in his lair bed beneath Club Vengeance, and pushed away from it to stand. He staggered toward the in-lair bar and immediately opened a black bottle. The females heТd left sprawled out on the bed slowly stirred and stared up at him.

УBaby, what is it?Ф the one with long braids asked, her dark smoky eyes roving over him as the two other weaker females drew closer together in silent panic.

Yonnie held up his hand, focusing his inner vision he strained to comprehend CarlosТs weak transmission. It was coming in fits and starts.

Find others like us.

Brothers tricked into the life.

Raise an army!

УDone!Ф Yonnie shouted in response, ignoring the lair kittens as adrenaline pumped through his system and spiked battle rage. УWhere you at, man?Ф

Elevation bites. No new turns. Only those like us. Played.

УMy word, manЧyou can count on me. You injured?Ф

CarlosТs voice sounded weaker than heТd ever heard it; a thread of mild hysteria was running through it that had set his teeth on edge. Rivera hadnТt answered the question. There was a turbine whine inside his head, too. It sounded as though Carlos was mentally hollering through a tornado. Pure fury could do that to a brother, though.

УYou injured?Ф Yonnie repeated, panic creeping into his thoughts.

IТm fucked. No time. Just do it!

Yonnie leaned against the bar slowly and closed his eyes.

УHow bad, man? WeТll get an extraction team toЧФ

No! Harpies.

УLevel Seven?Ф YonnieТs words drew withering screeches from the three huddled females in his bed. Gooseflesh rose to YonnieТs arms. УShut up!Ф he ordered.

УOur Councilman is under Inquisition?,Ф the sister with braids whispered through her now lowered fangs. She gathered the two third-generation females into her arms as they pressed against her pendulous breasts and stared at Yonnie in fear.

Again, Yonnie held up his hand for silence and began to pace. He focused on Sydney, Australia, sensing for other Masters that could have ambushed Carlos while topside. Nothing. He shot a mental question back: Was Level Seven sent for you or to quell the dispute?

Nothing.

Fear began to permeate every cell within YonnieТs body as he turned the black bottle up to his mouth, polished it off, then strained to listen harder. Nothing. He dropped the bottle and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, smearing blood across it as he let it drop to his side and made a fist. Still nothing.

He looked at the females huddled on the bed with disgust. УWhoeverТs got the fullest tank, get over here pronto and feed me so I can get this order!Ф

Instantly, three well-fed females were at his side. The second-gen threw her braids over her shoulder and offered her throat. He didnТt even look at her as he quickly gathered her into his arms, knocked her jaw back with his chin, and tore into her jugular vein. His concentration was singular; feed to strengthen and acquire knowledge. There was not enough time to coat the bite with pleasureЧthis was a raw nick. The brutal siphon made her temporarily go limp in his arms, but he pulled up before he flat-lined her.

УThanks, baby. IТll make it up to you later,Ф he muttered. УReplenish her,Ф he told to the others, gently letting her fall into their grasp. This wasnТt about play time; the territory was going to war. His top brass was behind enemy lines, daylight soon approaching as a barrier, and Harpies were on the scene. Some foul shit was in the air.

Yonnie paced to a far wall and splayed his fingers wide as he pressed his hands against the marble. УTalk to me, man!Ф