Whispers at Moonrise

Kylie moved to stand next to Della in case they attacked. Her mind still played with the option of running. A good option. But first she had to convince Della.
    The slight sound of twigs being snapped under footsteps sounded at their backs. They were surrounded.
    Time to find a new option.
    Even with only the half moon lighting the path, Kylie was able to check the patterns of the three men fronting them: werewolves. The edges of the patterns were dark, as if their intentions were not good natured. That could only mean one thing: rogues.
    The bigger man in the middle stepped closer. Della hissed harder. Kylie felt her blood fizz with the need to protect the little vamp. As badass as Della considered herself, this was no fair match. Not that the rogues would care.
    “I will kindly ask you to leave,” Kylie said, not sure where her bravado came from, but it was there, and she’d be damned if she wouldn’t use it. “You’re trespassing. This is Shadow Falls property.” She stood with her shoulders back, her chin up. Knowing they could smell fear, she tried not to let the seed of that emotion grow any bigger.
    Kylie saw Della, poised to attack, and Kylie touched her elbow, hoping to convince the vamp to wait. Maybe they could talk their way out of this.
    “Leave now, or I’ll rip your throat out first,” Della said to the man facing her.
    That wasn’t the kind of talk Kylie had in mind.
    “We did not come here to do harm,” the guy in the middle said to Kylie, and then he cut Della a smirk as if mocking her threat. “But if provoked, that could change.”
    Della hissed louder.
    “Then leave.” Kylie’s gaze moved over him. She got the feeling the one who spoke was the leader. He didn’t look old, but things like the gray at his temple and the fine lines around his dark blue eyes told her he was older than she’d first assumed. Caught by his eyes, her mind tried to place him. She felt him staring, doing the same with her, and then his eyes pinched as he read her pattern.
    As sudden as a flicker of light, she knew who he was. She sensed he recognized her as well. That kernel of fear lingering in her gut grew. This man didn’t value life. He’d already proven that to Kylie once.
    He took another step forward. Della tried to jump in front of him, but Kylie grabbed her.
    “Let me handle this.” The sizzle in Kylie’s blood—the sizzle that came when her need to protect arose—grew stronger.
    “I’m not here to spill blood,” he insisted.
    “Then leave,” Kylie demanded.
    “Yeah, tuck your tail between your legs and run,” Della bit out.
    A threatening growl came from behind them. Della swung around, yanking away from Kylie’s hold, her eyes glowing brighter. Fear took another lap around Kylie’s heart. Not fear for herself, but for what was about to happen. Her blood now buzzed as it moved into her veins. She kept her focus on Della. If anyone put a hand on her, this would not end well.
    “Calm down,” the leader spoke, and Kylie sensed he spoke to her as well as to his own men. “I just came to speak to my son.”
    “Then speak to him.” A new voice rang out from the trees. “But you and your guards back away right this minute.” Lucas’s voice, deep and menacing, came from Kylie’s right. When she turned, she saw that his eyes glowed burnt orange. She watched him lift his head ever so slightly to pull air in through his nose.
    She knew then she’d lost her battle trying to hide her fear. Lucas had smelled it as the others probably had. But she wondered if they picked up on the fact that she hadn’t feared the fight. She’d feared the emotional havoc it would’ve caused. Killing your boyfriend’s father couldn’t be good for a relationship.
    “I said, back off,” Lucas ordered.
    When the three men didn’t back up, Della spoke up again. “You heard him, you jackasses. Back off.”
    Lucas suddenly stood on the other side of Kylie. His warm forearm brushed against her shoulder, leaving no doubt of his loyalty to her, even over his own father. The thought warmed her heart, even as it thudded with panic.
    More werewolf campers stepped out from behind the trees. They didn’t appear aggressive, but just their presence spoke of their loyalty to Lucas.
    “It appears I’m not the only one who brought his guards,” Mr. Parker said.
    “If I need them, they’ll back me,” Lucas said.
    A low growl came from one of the weres bracketing Lucas’s dad. Mr. Parker glanced over at