"His eyes narrowed in the darkness. Something had created that rustle. Based on his Cull, the source hid behind a rotting log fifty feet ahead. Not only did that log provide too much cover, but dense shrubbery surrounded it. Together, they could mask any thing. He should pause. He should text the others. And yet...where was his Bloodlust?" Excerpt from upcoming novel An Uncertain Death, Book 1 of The Clan-Vampire Clash.