Yvonne's POV

The sound of the child's laughter made the hairs on my neck stand up and I tightened my grip on the weapon while I peered at the tree line on the back of the stone circle. My new shaman senses were howling warnings, but I couldn't name exactly what we’d be facing.

"Keep close," I murmured to the other unseen shamans who followed me to this site, their faces white and resolute in the blood moon's red glare.

“That is not a normal child,” Elena whispered, one of the youngest among our ranks, with the gift for sensing undead glowing vampires who had helped us outdone countless times...