[b]Chapter Ten[/b]
You're standing in the den.
The rest of the pack is there too, gathered around the dining table in a haphazard circle.
Sitting in the middle of that table, propped up against a salt shaker, is the small white business card you got from the vampire messenger. On it is a time, an address, and two words written in an elegant flowing hand.
Carpe Noctem.
An invitation to the Night Court... to meet the Night King. God, the whole thing sounds corny as fuck.
"This is a bad idea," Nikolas says.
"You think?" someone else mutters.
"We aren't finding Blackwell on our own," a new voice cuts in. "Why n—"
"What if it's a trap? What if Blackwell sent the messenger?"
"Then we spring the trap! Rip his stupid fangy face off!"
"Don't be stupid. He's old. He's smart. We need to—"
"Don't tell me what we need to do! You're not my Alpha!"
"And you're not mine!"
"Guys," Ed's voice is small in the echoing room. "Come on. The kids are sleeping."
They're not. You've spotted their faces peeking surreptitiously around the open door several times. You're not surprised. It'll be full moon the night after next. No one is sleeping deeply right now. Add to that all the howling and yelling and it'd be a miracle if they were still tucked away in bed.
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