Free Captiva Craving - Vampire Werewolf Menage (Six Feet Under Series Book Two) by Talyn Scott Page B

their hidden lair.”
    Sixten pushed out his inherent senses and caught a shimmer morphing into a crystalline wall. Then, boom, the same way the others had appeared during the night, a vision Sixten could touch suddenly stood right in front of him. He scanned the sight, amazed that he uncovered it, and at his fellow aliens for hiding this location so incredibly well. As though an underground garage would be commonplace to a small, tropical island, three rolling doors hung off their tracks, waiting to crash for the final time. “Tricky, this will take some careful maneuvering.” Even for those who could mist their bodies and reform them elsewhere.
    He heard the others drawing in the new scents, an olfactory search for any of his alien brethren. It was iffy, maybe they were here…maybe not. A chance they had to take. All Species and Weres easily scented most of the Habalines, but there were stronger breeds, which Sixten had never encountered and legends spoke for themselves. Meaning Habaline power, at times, seemed limitless.
    Led by instinct, he motioned for his fellow Vojaks to take the middle tunnel, and that particular door dangled precariously over its entryway. Ocher bared his fangs at him, suddenly irritable and ready to kill. “You scared?” Sixten taunted him. “Wanna quit before we even hit it?” They worked through the night. Since dawn, they had investigated five more underground locations, and everyone needed to feed, including Sixten. Ocher retracted his fangs, deciding he had nothing to say. Usually, male vampires knew better than to fight another male who had lost his mate. Since the suffering vampire had nothing to lose, it was a fight his opponent would never win. Ocher was powerful, even a touch larger than Sixten, but he was no dummy.
    “Girls, before we lose it hard, remember why we are here.” Qudir said in a commanding voice brooking no argument while pulling a flying blade from his leathers. “The same way we moved through the other stops, we rip this lovely little abode from floor to ceiling, find anything we can.” Not said, through the long night, nothing had turned up to help in their search. “Giving up is never an option, and we’re not starting this day.”
    Kash wrapped the center door’s chain around his large hand. With a decent yank, it went down with a rocking finality. Metal derived from alien ore slammed onto dirt and white sand, only stopped by the hearty root system feeding the marsh. They held their breaths until the last of the sand settled and stared into a darkened, supposedly lifeless, facility.
    Born natural predators, their eyes easily adjusted, blessed to see better in the dark than in daylight. Sixten skirted the other three Vojaks, and stepped through metal bars pitted with greenish corrosion.
    Ocher came through after him. “These broken segments are large enough to allow a good-sized male to pass. Instead of pushing through these, why wouldn’t Rave’s prisoners mist or shape shift after leaving their cells?”
    “This metal is different from the doors, but the ore is from the Habalines’ realm,” answered Sixten uneasily. “Don’t try misting through anything around here. My brother was insane and insanely intelligent. If it weren’t for his arrogance and my blade, he would still be alive and running this, and many other shitholes like it, from his kingly perch.”
    Kash inhaled sharply. “Species have been here… recently.”
    “Mixed,” agreed Sixten, “nothing pureblood.”
    Qudir stared down at boot tracks, following the trail with his midnight gaze. “Someone went back in,” he said, inclining and sniffing. “There was a female here, a human.”
    Just like Kash thought, but Sixten knew Blythe’s rich scent anywhere. She was a part of his physical fabric. And he’d known right away that she’d never been in this horrifying facility. However, he was not stopping until he had a clue as to where they would have taken her.
    He glided ahead and