Vampire's Forbidden Territory (Sídhí Summer Camp Series #2) Read Free

full moon?”
    The taller girl, a leggy, hard-eyed blonde, shoved past the shorter one.
    The shorter of the two girls rolled her eyes and groaned as the tall one snapped at Emily. “That's rude! You don't ask someone what kind of shifter they are.”
    “Oh,” Emily said, a flush of embarrassment crossed her face, turning her golden tan bright red. She shuffled her feet, muttering an apology.
    “No harm done,” the shorter girl said, briefly touching Emily on the shoulder. "I'm Beth and this is Brianna. It would be impossible for anyone outside of Haven Valley to know our customs and such.”
    That was certainly the truth. Up until the start of camp, everyone believed shapeshifters (except dragons) had either been left behind on the home world of Sídhí or were extinct. Mitch snarled in disgust, wishing the worst Sídhí trash in known history had remained dead and buried.
    “Yeah,” Mitch said harshly. A snarl lifted his firm upper lip, revealing sharp fangs that ached to rip the shapeshifter’s throat out or drink her blood. His poor brain couldn’t decide which. He shuddered, internally chanting the common warning about shifters: The only good shifter was a dead shifter.
    His granddad had told him numerous stories about The Great War fought on Sídhí. Shapeshifters were the loyal henchmen of the Dhark Lords or rather – at that point in time – the sadistic umbra.
    Beth blinked up at him, shock flickering through her eyes as she glanced at his mouth.
    His fangs had extended in an age-old warning. Do not mess with a ticked-off vampire, it might be the last thing you ever do. Vampires had a hot-tempered reputation for a good reason.
    He felt a moment of pleasure flash through him. Withholding his smile, he relished the thought of how much fun he'd have antagonizing someone - no, something - like the offensive creature standing in front of him. "I know all about shifter customs. I know a major one includes torturing their prey, before eating them, their human prey.”
    “Shifters do not eat people!” the tall blonde shouted at him. Her eyes began flickering silver in the morning sun.
    He ignored the sleek girl’s outburst and focused on her companion. Well, really, he glared at her, putting as much menace in his next words as possible. “Do not ever touch Emily again. You got me?”
    He wanted to make sure the filthy creature understood Emily was under his protection. He'd kill anything that hurt the young girl.
    Grabbing Emily's arm, he carefully tugged her backward. Having tremendous strength, even bound by silver, was something he was overly conscious about. He’d rather rip his own arm off than hurt a friend.
    Emily’s innocent blue eyes grew huge with shock as Mitch forcefully pulled her away from the disgusting shifter. He worried the girl was simply too trusting.
    He hid a shudder of revulsion. He hated the mutt touching her. Emily might be older than he was, but after Jared (Emily’s older brother) bonded with Mitch’s twin sister, he considered the young vampire to be part of his family. Therefore, she fell under his protection whether she liked it or not.
    “Mitch, stop it,” Emily said, slapping at his hands in a futile attempt to make him let her go.
    An image of a yapping Chihuahua nipping at the heels of a Great Dane popped into his head.
    He grinned despite himself. As much as he cared for the young vampire, he felt sorry for the poor guy who ended up being her lifeMate. Getting stuck with Emily's constant chatter - for several thousand years - would drive anyone totally nuts.
    Mitch ignored Emily's words. Folding his arms across his thick chest, he dared the bewitching shapeshifter to say anything.
    Ugh! He couldn't believe he had thought the shifter beautiful, but honestly, he couldn't help it. Her long multi-colored hair ranged from light honey to mahogany. The tips of it curled and flipped around her body, glinting with a healthy glow. Her dark amber eyes flashed with sparks of golden