Obviously, judging by Jaxon’s flight from the scene, those wolves had no idea how to kill a vampire. That information would come in very handy in the future. Unless… Keeton had been incoherent for a while before he’d regained consciousness. It could be that Jaxon simply fled for his life, not caring whether or not Keeton was actually dead. Who knew?
Hell, if it hadn’t been for the massive fire in Chicago in the late 1800s, even Keeton himself wouldn’t have known how to kill a vampire. He’d unexpectedly been in the right spot at the right time and that information had changed his life.
There was nothing more to do but wait and regenerate. It would take months for Keeton to be back in full force.
Meanwhile, he would plot. Because those wolves had pissed him off for the last time. Their days were numbered. And he wasn’t going to be nice about it anymore. Their deaths were going to be cruel, ugly and messy.
Keeton tried to relax into the mattress. His chest pounded with the pain of regenerating tissues. He closed his eyes. He needed more sleep. He needed to feed. In that order. And then…he needed a plan.
About the Author
Becca Jameson lives in Atlanta, Georgia, with her husband and two kids. When she isn’t writing, she can be found reading, editing, scrapbooking, running, swimming, biking, or taxiing kids all over creation. She doesn’t sleep much…or sit down often…but she loves to be busy! Unlike many other authors, Becca had never written a single word until a few years ago. After enjoying several years on the editing side of the business, Becca decided to give writing a try. Now she can’t stop! And the voices in her head are clamoring to get out faster than she can get them onto “paper”! Still experimenting with both contemporary and paranormal genres, there is no telling what she may come up with next. To learn more about Becca Jameson, visit her blog at www.beccajameson.com, email her at beccajameson4@aol.com, or tweet her @beccajameson.