Dangerous Creatures (Book 3, Pure Series) by Catherine Mesick Page A

said.
                  As Bryony walked up to her house, I moved into the front seat. Once the door was closed safely behind her, we drove off.
                  "I'm guessing that was a vampire back at the house," I said after a moment.
                  "That's exactly what it was," William replied.
                  "I suppose it wasn't David?"
                  "I don't know for a fact that it wasn't David," William said, "but I doubt it. From what you said, he was in pretty bad shape. And what happened back at the house was a little dramatic, to say the least. Your encounter with David seemed much more straightforward."
                  "So who is the Hunter?"
                  "I honestly don't know. But I have a very bad feeling about this. I think that message was meant for you—not for Bryony. I think that whoever has been leaving you notes just came to visit us."
                  "Then a vampire has been leaving me notes," I said.
                  "Yes. And that means—"
                  William's voice trailed off.
                  "You don't believe this is an isolated incident any more, do you?" I asked.
                  "No, I'm afraid I don't."
                  "Could the Hunter be what they're all waiting for?" I asked.
                  "What do you mean?"
                  "You said the vampires and the hybrids both seemed to be waiting for something. Could they have been waiting for the release of this Hunter?"
                  William glanced over at me. "I hope not. But I have to admit that that's a reasonable assumption."
                  "This vampire that's been leaving me messages," I said, "do you think whoever it is is trying to help me or scare me?"
                  "I hope he wants to help you," William said. "I really do."
                  Before long we turned onto my street, and William stopped the car at some distance from my house.
                  "Should we park here and walk, or do you want to risk parking by the house?" he asked.
                  "We'd better park here," I said. "Just in case. We don't need a confrontation with GM on top of everything else."
                  We got out of the car and walked down the street.
                  "Are you going to search for the vampire that visited us tonight?" I asked.
                  "No," William said. "I think you should go inside and try to get some sleep. I'll watch over the house and try to get in touch with Anton. Maybe he can tell us what we're up against in this Hunter."
                  We reached the house, and William reluctantly let go of my hand.
                  "Sleep if you can," he said. "I'll come to see you tomorrow."
                  "William," I said, "what if—"
                  "Don't worry tonight," he said. "You're safe for tonight. And so is Bryony. I'll make sure of it."
                  I slipped into the house quietly and went up to my room. As I climbed into bed, I suddenly realized just how tired I was—the night had really taken a lot out of me. And so despite everything I had to think over, I fell asleep quickly.
                  The next morning, GM was subdued and inattentive, but I knew better than to ask her what was troubling her. Instead, I finished up breakfast quickly and hurried out the door—I needed to find out two things, and I could find out both of them at school.
                  When I arrived at the schoolyard, I spotted Branden and Charisse at their usual picnic table, and Simon was standing nearby with his back to me. I hurried over to him.
                  "Hey, Simon."
                  He turned, and his eyes lit up like they always