The next afternoon, Randall carried his oldest brother out to the horse corral. We warned everyone else away for safety including Kimberly, who watched from the upper floor of the Pack House. Only the hybrids and vampires were allowed to be around as Dusty came out of his change.

The fever was gone, and when his eyes opened the pupils were black as night, the whites of his eyes tinged with the red of bloodlust. Fangs descended as he searched for the scent of the fresh blood. We had cut the side of a sheep tied to the fence, and in a flash Dusty was on it. His fangs bit...