“And Adam,” Dane said. “Where is he?”
Rudolph shrugged.
“With all the creatures and vampires we’d been fighting, it is possible he slipped by us,” Sam said. “Not only that, but it also wouldn’t be hard. With all those containers around, Adam could’ve easily used them as his shields to make his escape.”
“Any idea which container Jack would be in?” I asked Rudolph.
“As I said, I don’t know.”
I loved that Webb had taught me a couple of things about vampires and how to use that information in a battle, but I was in no mood to slink around my enemy. So I tore out of the building and through the container yard, running faster than I ever had in my previous life as a human. Rudolph had given Adam a syringe. He could be using it on himself, but Adam needed his wits about him if he wanted his prototype program to be a success.
Sam and Dane hurried beside me.
Facing the lake, I pointed to our left. “That’s north.”
The three of us took off in that direction as the rain continued pouring down with the wind whipping around and lightning illuminating our way.
I was soaked, chilled, and ready for a warm fire and a bottle of bourbon.
I wiped water from my face, blinking to orient my vision. When I had, I spotted a man limping and running along the water’s edge.
“Is that Adam?” I asked. It was hard to see through the rain.
Regardless, at the mention of Adam’s name, Dane lit a fire under his ass and sprinted.
When Sam and I finally reached Dane no more than a minute later, he was in wolf form, growling and tackling a man to the ground.
“Get off me!” Adam yelled as he covered his face with his arms.
“Dane,” I snapped. “Stop.”
Dane swung his snout at me, baring his teeth as Adam rolled over and crawled into the water—or was trying to when Dane snagged his ankle. The alpha was itching to feast on our enemy, but he couldn’t yet.
I stuck my hands on my hips. “Dane, you’ll have him, but first, I need to know where my uncle is.”
Dane dragged Adam from the water to a muddy area along the shore.
Adam rolled over, blood oozing out of his leg. He must’ve been shot or bitten.
The aroma of blood was weak within the scents of Mother Nature. Just the same, I was hungry to sink my fangs into him—more to tear out his carotid artery than taste his rancid blood that I could faintly smell.
Sam dug his booted foot into Adam’s stomach. “You’re not going anywhere.”
I loomed over the asshole, lowering my fangs. “Where’s Jack?”
Adam stuck out his bearded chin, trying to exude confidence he didn’t have, and when his gaze landed on me, his eyes bulged out. “How are you a vampire?”
“Not from your fucking serum,” I said through gritted teeth. “But it doesn’t matter. Where is my uncle?” I paused on each word in that question.
“Why would I tell you?” Adam retorted. “You’re going to kill me anyway.”
He had a point. I glanced at the train just ahead, and as far as I could see under the cover of darkness and through the rain, the freight containers were stacked two high and went on forever. There certainly had to be more on that train than there had been in the yard. Jack would be dead by the time we found him.
Then a faint pounding noise filtered into my ears. “Sam, do you hear that?” I jogged toward the train, and the sound grew louder as I passed the first three stacks of boxes. “Uncle Jack!” I shouted.
Bang. Bang. Bang.
The banging grew louder and louder until I got to the fifteenth or twentieth stack of shipping containers. I slapped a hand on the bottom orange metal box. “Uncle Jack.”
