Free Wulf's Redemption (Borne Vampires Book 3) by W.M. Petzler Page B

for our arrival. By the looks of our guests, we will need several
liters of blood to speed their recovery. The girl is in the shadowy Realm of
Death. If we’d not found them today, the poor child would have passed on.”
    “Ja, Papa,” Michael replied. “Mary? I need to
speak with Mother. Yes, we have them. Papa wants Mother to.... Ja. Ja.”
Laughing at whatever she said, Michael replied, “Don’t be cocky, little one.
For our guests’ sake, I am glad your gift proved to be correct. Tell Mother
that we will need lots of blood. The woman you saw with the master is dying.”
He paused. “Ja, Papa says it is Alexander Wulf. What? Ja, we are on our way
back to Wulf Manor.”
    Wulf Manor?
    Grief and rage welled up inside Alex. Still, it
was not enough to keep him awake, and he slipped away into blessed darkness.
    He was home.

 
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    The sting of a needle inserted into the tender
flesh of her arm made Kai jerk away, unable to escape. Fear made her whine like
an animal caught in a trap, as she fought the unyielding arms holding her.
    “No! No more dead blood. Please, no more,” she
moaned. Tears leaked out the corners of her tightly squeezed eyelids as she
waited for the dead blood to hit her vein. Why didn’t they just kill her
already?
    “Nein! Kämpfen Sie bitte nicht uns ,” a girl spoke to her in what Kai thought was
German.
    Cautiously, she opened her eyes and saw a Gypsy
girl, who had to be about fourteen or fifteen years old. The girl’s
midnight-black eyes shimmered in the soft light of the table lamp.
    “Nein, Miss, we mean you
no harm. You have dislodged the needle. You must let us put it back in your arm,
so we may give you blood. To heal, you need much, much more.”
    Confused, she saw the worried faces of about a
dozen women, ranging from teen to a very old, very round lady with intense
black eyes standing around her. They watched their exchange nervously.
    “Not dead man’s blood?”
    “Nein, Miss. Fresh blood donated by the women in
my family,” the girl reassured her. “My grandmother says the blood your enemy
injected into you is out of your system. Our blood, Gypsy blood, will heal the
damage done to you by the dead blood.”
    Relief made her relax against the restraints that turned
out to be sheets. “Thank God. I-I won’t fight you anymore.” The girl inserted
the needle back in her vein and she felt the blood flow into her. She could feel
her body absorbing it as quickly as it entered her and the weakness she felt
was slowly abating.
    The women visibly relaxed and began chatting.
    “Where is Alex?” she asked, seeing he wasn’t in
the room with her. “Is he safe?” Oh, God, was he dead? “Please,” she tried to
rise, needing to find him. “Is he alive?”
    Mary placed her hands on her shoulders, “Ja, Miss
Jordan, he is alive. Master is receiving blood as well.”
    “Good.” She settled into the pillows propped
behind her head. “Please, call me Kai.”
    “I am so glad you are one of the nice vampires. I
prayed you were not the evil ones.” The girl bit her lip, glancing guiltily at
the woman standing across from her. “Forgive me. I often speak without thinking
first what comes out of my mouth.”
    Kai chuckled at the way the dark-haired woman on
her right rolled her eyes heavenward. “I understand completely. I am guilty of
speaking my mind when I shouldn’t, too.” The girl blushed. “I must ask. Have
the vampire hunters been here? Wherever here is.”
    The woman answered, her German accent heavy, “Miss
Jordan, you are at Wulf Manor. I am Sarah. Mary is my daughter. The hunters
have been patrolling close to Wulf Manor. We thought they were hunting the
demon vampires, until Mary saw you and Master in a dream. My husband and our
sons went in search of you, hoping to find you first. Praise be, they were
successful.”
    Feeling stronger than she had in several days, she
smiled at Sarah. “I am very grateful
your family found us first. We’d run into