Chapter 25

Freya paced the great room of the small log cabin. She’d asked for intel on the scientist that was being held in the vampire’s castle days ago, yet nothing had been offered.  Olivia had left word for her to meet at three p.m..  She was an hour late.  Stopping to peer out of the window at the woods that surrounded the isolated cabin, her eyes combed the trees for signs of movement. All was still.

With patience not being one of her better attributes, she found herself growing more and more irritated as time passed.  By the time the quarter moon rose in the night’s sky, she’d become excessively agitated.

The sound of a jeep driving up the dirt road that wound the mountainside caught her attention.  Rushing to the front door.  She swung it open with such force that it slammed against the wall, causing the door handle to leave its mark.

With her hands on her hips, she pursed her lips as she squinted to protect her