8

“This is probably the worst time to be out looking for witches,” Oscar grumbled as he and his small group of vampires followed Samuel into the forest. “The woods will be crawling with werewolves just itching for battle.”

“That is true,” Samuel said with a slight nod as he stealthily moved forward. “This is also the time when the witches would not think us being out at all. It is an advantage that will get us a decent catch. Just keep alert.”

“Do you know where to find this decent catch?” Oscar asked with a touch of sarcasm.

Although Samuel was his maker and he was bound to serve him,  Oscar resented that his superior had returned to take control of the den when he not only felt that he was more suited for the position, but he coveted the power and the glory that came with it.

“I do,” Samuel informed him. “I learned of their location when I was held prisoner by the wolves. T