The Vampire girl, Heather, had led them to some sort of a large opening, and from his vantage point, Aaron couldn’t quite see what she meant when she said they weren’t alone. But he could hear. Around them, the growls and hisses grew substantially louder until it was obvious attack was inevitable.

“What is this place that they don’t seem to want us here?” Elliott asked, his voice low.

“It’s not the place itself, I don’t think,” she replied in a harsh whisper. “I think it’s just that this place is more open than the rest, that they can see me—us—better, that’s all.”

“And this thing you want to show...