Marc looked through a pair of binoculars at the abandoned farmhouse. While he could see perfectly in the dark, great distances remained a challenge.
Right beside him was Sawyer who had his rifle at the ready. Marc had to hand it to the hunters, this place was so isolated that he only picked up two, faint heartbeats.
“What are they up to?” Sawyer asked, in a whisper that only another vampire could hear.
“Changing,” Marc said.
“Can I look?” Sawyer asked.
Disclaimer: This novel is an work in progress and readers may encounter grammatical errors and inconsistencies. Please view this a draft and not a published work.
