Jarrett, AJ - Miles's Awakening [Warriors of the Light 1] (Siren Publishing Allure ManLove) by A.J. Jarrett Page A

mate,” Quinn growled.
    Ben brought his hands up in a surrender-type gesture. Now wasn’t the time to get into a pissing match over trying to help out his friend. The news of Trevor being his mate wasn’t that much of a shock, and later he would question his friend on how that was possible when Trevor seemed oblivious to the mating bond.
    “Quinn, is he alive?” Ben asked again.
    He watched as his friend caressed his hand down the side of his mate’s face. Tears ran freely from Quinn’s eyes. Quinn lifted his hand to Trevor’s face and pulled up on the man’s lip. Two small fangs protruded from where the upper cuspids hung down. “Yes, but he’s been turned.”
    “Motherfucker,” Ben yelled as he stood up to pace the entryway. Malcolm turned poor Trevor against his will. Old laws stated that any human turned by an evil paranormal had to be killed on sight. The thought was if a human was turned by evil, they would be evil. From years of working with good and bad paranormals, Ben knew that statement to be untrue and had convinced the council of such. It was what lived in a person’s soul that made them good or bad, not who turned them. But nevertheless, he would have to get a pardon of sorts for Trevor, and he would have to be magically marked by one of the witches at headquarters to show other paranormals that he wasn’t evil.
    Ben watched as Quinn rocked Trevor back in forth in his arms. His dear friend looked so lost. “Quinn, it’s going to be okay.”
    “Really? You can stand there and say that to me. Your mate is missing, and mine had been turned into a vampire.” Quinn looked up at him with cold eyes. “Tell me how any of this is going to be okay.” Quinn stood up and carried his mate up the stairs.
    Ben ran his fingers through his hair in frustration. He didn’t have an answer for Quinn. His mate was missing, and he didn’t even know where to begin looking for him. His heart skipped a beat just thinking about what could be happening to his mate. He needed to get Miles back.
    “Oh god, what will I do without him?” Ben whispered to himself as he continued to pace the marble floor.
    “Ben, no sign of Miles upstairs.”
    “Or down here or the lower level,” Cason said as he entered the room.
    Ben opened his mouth to speak but was cut off by Finn carrying Jensen through the front door.
    “They’ve been shot. Looks like silver buckshot,” Finn said as he laid Jensen on the floor.
    Abner walked in a little slower, carrying Cabot like a small child in his arms. “Cabot didn’t make it, boss.”
    Ben ran to his men. Things just kept getting worse. He had known Cabot for over two hundred years, and now he was dead. Lost to a never-ending battle of good versus evil. There was no rhyme or reason why this happened. It just did. Dark and light warriors fought, and when they battled, people died. Sometimes he lost one of his own, but knowing that didn’t make the situation any easier.
    “We need to dig it out before it infects Jensen’s bloodstream.”
    With all the urban legends surrounding paranormals, silver was the only one Hollywood got right. If silver lingered in the blood for too long, it would poison its victim and kill them slowly and very painfully.
    “I got it. Move aside, will you,” Liam said as he came into the room carrying a first aid kit. Before Liam became a shifter, he was a med student. Granted that was forty years ago, but the same principles still applied when removing bullets, or silver in their case.
    The sound of someone screaming from upstairs had Ben running up the steps. He threw open Trevor’s bedroom door to see the man clawing at Quinn’s face and arms. This was normal behavior for a newly turned vampire. The changes in their body had them hypersensitive to light, sound, and touch. And the traumatic way Trevor became a vamp had to be swirling around his mind, scaring the hell out of him.
    “Don’t touch me,” Trevor shrieked as he moved to the far end of the