Chapter 173
Lanie
Granddaughter? What the hell?
This guy didn’t look like he could be more than thirty years old. His wavy blond hair was perfectly coiffed, his jawline was sharp, and his eyes were a vivid green,
He was handsome in a classic romantic lead sort of way.
So what was he doing calling me his granddaughter, and how the hell could he possibly drag two of the biggest wolves I’ve ever seen through the forest with his bare f ucking hands?
Underneath my shock, a nauseating fear rose up inside me. Xander and Zane had run off because they thought I betrayed them. It was my fault if this man hurt them.
Mason ran out onto the porch. When he saw the man), he threw himself in front of me
“Don’t be afraid, Lanie, and..Lanie’s friend,” he said in a voice that sounded like warm honey. I got the feeling he’d made a lot of people fall to their knees with that voice. “We’re family.”
Braden came sprinting up to the cabin, leaning over and panting when he finally stopped. He caught sight of Xander and Zane passed out on the ground, and his eyes bugged out.
“What the hell are you doing, Malachi?” Braden exclaimed. “We talked about this!”
The guy Braden called Malachi dropped Xander and Zane. Their heads thudded to the ground.
“Braden, what the f uck is going on here?” Mason demanded.

“Lanie, Mason, meet Malachi the Ancient,” Braden said, waving from us to the handsome guy. “Malachi,
meet Lanie and Mason.”
“Pleasure,” he said, running up to us at warp speed and extending his hand. Mason stared down at it and growled. His nostrils flared
“Vampire,” he said through gritted teeth. “Why did you bring more of them here, Braden?”
But looking into Malachi’s eyes, there was something familiar there, something almost comforting.
“Malachi’s the one I take orders from,” Braden explained. “A vampire descended from the original masas
dima bloodline. He’s the reason we know anything at all about the Council and Orion’s plans with hybrids.”
Braden’s words triggered a memory of our conversation the day before. He’d explained that Stella’s hybrid blood was pure because my grandfather was descended from the original vampires.
Could this really be him? For some reason, I was picturing him a lot wrinklier and more
disgusting looking. This guy was almost dazzlingly fresh faced.
Behind him, Xander and Zane started to stir
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“Why do you give a f uck about hybrids?” Mason asked.
Malachi narrowed his eyes at Mason like he was sizing him up.
“Because they’re targeting my bloodline, and I’d quite like for it to live on,” he said.
Over Malachi’s shoulder, I watched Xander and Zane shift back to their human forms, using what little scraps of clothing were left on the ground to cover themselves.
me
“Then why the f uck did you knock us out?!” Xander snarled. “We’re not the enemy.”
“I don’t trust dogs, Malachi said, his nose wrinkling. “Unless they’re family, of course.” He motioned to
“Family?” Mason asked.
“He’s Stella’s great-grandfather,” I said, stepping around Mason. “In order for the Council to successfully build their army of hybrids, they need to use ones that were bred with his blood.”
“She’s exactly right,” Malachi said smoothly. “I see you got my smarts. Glad to know someone around here has some brains. He casted a pointed glance back at Xander and Zane.
When Malachi turned back toward me, Xander crept up behind him, poised to attack.
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