by Larissa Ione
No, no one would. Because once he was on his feet again, he was going to spend every waking moment training. To kill. And then he was going to hunt vampires until their kind was extinct.
"Hey," Shade said softly. "I recognize that look. Too well. Just concentrate on getting better, and know we have your back."
Wraith's brothers left the room, and as he watched them leave, a strange, churning sensation filled his chest. Hatred and bitterness took up the majority of the space, but woven in there was something else... something he'd never felt. Gratitude? Affection?
Maybe not the latter, but he appreciated what his brothers had done. And no matter what, he couldn't deny that, for the first time in his life, he didn't feel so alone.
Larissa Ione, an Air Force veteran, has been a meteorologist, EMT, and professional dog trainer, often all at the same time. Yet she never gave up on writing fiction, and is lucky enough to now write full time.
Larissa lives a nomadic lifestyle with her U.S. Coast Guard husband and son, though she considers the Pacific Northwest her home. An animal lover, she adopts any kind of animal she finds, and has nursed back to health anything from newborn mice to baby owls. Not surprisingly, animals often appear in her novels. For more about Larissa's books, interests, and writing life, feel free to visit her Web sites: www.LarissaIone.com and www.SydneyCroft.com.