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obscuring her face. Her position hid her from view, where her tormentor couldn’t see her.
    But Brett could. More than that, he could sense the hot rush of blood through her veins. Slower than he’d have expected for someone terrified out of their minds, but there all the same. And if he could sense her, it wouldn’t take the asshole hunting her long either.
    Fuck. He had to do something.
    The woods had gone silent behind him, but he knew the others were there. Watching. Waiting. Their presence pressed like static at the back of his mind. Normally it was Fredericks who made the decisions, but in a situation, they followed the lead of whoever made the first move. Here and now, that was him. When it came to this terrified woman, it would always be him.
    Stepping out of cover, he moved closer.
    Power coiled in his muscles, an anticipation and jolt that was something like adrenaline filtering through his cells as he stalked the creature. All the Blood had to do was look over his shoulder, and Brett was right out there in the open.
    He wouldn’t turn and see Brett though. There was no reason he should. Bloods hunted by tracking heartbeats, sensing the movement of blood in their prey’s circulatory system. Brett’s heart wasn’t beating, so there was no way for the Blood to track him.
    Creeping closer, he kept himself in the woman’s line of sight to try and provide some sort of reassurance. Her face was drawn, terrified, and her eyes were wide. Blue. They were blue, just. The pupils were so wide in her fear that the color was almost all swallowed up.
    Stay still, sweetpea . He willed her to hear his thoughts as he crept up on the Blood. I got this, just as long as you stay there out of harm’s way .
    She nodded, as though she heard his words and clung closer to the bark. He didn’t have time to ponder whether or not she could hear him, or how that would be possible.
    “I can smell your fear, little one,” the Blood whispered, a sibilant hiss underlying the words.
    Something, Brett had no idea what, must have tipped the creature off about the woman’s hiding place, because he turned toward the tree she hid behind. Shit, it could sense her heartbeat.
    Decision made, Brett restarted his heart. The organ thudded into action, sending blood and adrenaline around his body to join the power already threading through his undead tissues. The Blood’s head snapped around at the second heartbeat, eyes narrowing as it saw him.
    Brett snarled and launched himself forward onto the enemies creature’s back. They tumbled to the ground together. The creature fought desperately to turn, but Brett was bigger and heavier. Stronger. Pulling his arm back, he slammed his fist into its side twice. Ribs cracked and the creature screamed in pain. He reared up, trying to slam his head back, but Brett twisted to the side, easily avoiding the blow.
    “What are you?” The Blood managed to ask before Brett wrapped an arm around his throat.
    “Your worst fucking nightmare.”
    Claws erupted from beneath its fingernails, and it sliced at his forearm in panic. So it should; it still needed to breathe. The claws cut deep, blood oozing from the rent flesh of his arm, but he ignored the pain. Pain was optional; this asshole’s demise was not.
    Parting his feet for balance, he grabbed the Blood’s opposite shoulder and twisted once. The sharp crack of snapping bone echoed around the woods, bouncing from the trunks. The body fell with a dull thud at Brett’s feet.
    “No more in the area, but that could change at any point with how fast the damn things are,” Fredericks moved to stand next to him, looking down at the body with contempt. They’d only ever met one decent Blood, and she was half-Lycan now anyway, a hybrid. Brett nodded to indicate he’d heard and stepped over the corpse, heading for the tree and what it concealed.
    Keeping his movements less than stealthy, he kept his hands out to the sides and moved around in an arc so the woman