Free Vampires Don't Sparkle: Deathless Book 3 by Chris Fox Page A

intruder reaches this room, I want you to engage them in conversation,” Blair rumbled, as close to a whisper as he could manage in wolf form.
    “Assuredly, Ka-Dun,” Ka said, as cheerfully as it had said everything else.
    The next forty or fifty seconds took years to elapse. Blair watched the dot grow closer, and when it was close enough he focused his attention on the corridor where the figure would emerge. He heard nothing. Whatever it was made no noise.
    “Greetings, Ka-Ken,” Ka said, causing Blair to jump even though he’d been waiting for it.  
    The instant a silver figure emerged from the corridor, Blair leapt, blurring as fast as he ever had. Time slowed, Ka’s too-wide mouth moving so slowly it might have been frozen. Blair extended both sets of claws, opening his jaws as he came down at the figure’s throat. He had time to register that it was a female werewolf, and that she looked familiar.
    Then she blurred, faster than he could perceive. A fist tightened around his throat, and he was jerked like a rag doll. The figure dragged his face close to her own, and he read death in her eyes. He dropped his blur and went limp, quite proud he’d managed to avoid wetting himself this time.
    “Hello, Ka-Dun,” Isis said in a low growl. “I’m pleased to see that-”
    Something golden flashed. It blurred, not nearly as fast as the Mother had, but still a blur. The figure barreled into him, and Blair felt teeth sink into his crotch. He gave a panicked yelp, struggling in the Mother’s grasp as something chewed on a part of his body he’d very much not like chewed on.
    “Yukon, no ,” the Mother growled.  
    Yukon stopped immediately, releasing Blair’s crotch and backing away. He gave Blair a single growl, then turned those big brown eyes on Isis. He started wagging his tail, suddenly a harmless golden retriever—a golden the size of a North American wolf. Jesus. He was twice the size he’d been when Blair had seen him last.
    Isis relaxed her grip, and Blair tumbled to the floor. He caught himself awkwardly, scrambling back to his feet and backing away a step or two. After gaining control of the Ark of the Redwood he’d felt incredibly powerful, yet beside Isis he was still just a whelp.
    “I’m, uh, sorry about that,” Blair explained sheepishly, giving her a shrug and a grin. “I didn’t know who to expect.”
    “I was in on the ruse,” Ka interrupted, cocking its head. “I thought it might be interesting to see how the Ka-Dun fared against you. Not well, it seems.”
    “Be silent, Ka,” Isis snarled, giving Ka a baleful stare. “You’ve done quite enough damage. Don’t think I trust you in the slightest, and I’ll see that my progeny is aware of your deceitful nature as well. Do not speak unless one of us queries you directly for information.”
    Ka opened its mouth to speak, then closed it. The hologram gave a brief nod, lapsing into silence.
    Isis turned back to Blair. “I must know all that has transpired since last we met. Mindshare with me.”
    “Of course,” Blair said, though with quite a bit of trepidation. It wasn’t just that he was embarrassed by some of what had transpired. There were memories he’d rather not visit.
    Isis stretched out a furry hand, resting it on his forehead. There was a dizzying rush of vertigo, then he floated in darkness. Before him stretched a sea of glittering jewels, each playing a memory just like a different channel on TV. A moment later Isis appeared within his mind, this time in human form.
    Her otherworldly beauty struck him like a physical blow. She was a petite four ten with long silver hair and glittering green eyes. Her creamy face was a perfect oval, the kind men everywhere would stop what they were doing to stare at. Yet the instant Blair saw her eyes any attraction died. That gaze had been hardened in a crucible twenty-five millennia deep. Isis was, in every way that mattered, no longer human.  
    Open your mind, Ka-Dun . she thought,