The Blood Bundle, Books 1-2: Blood Singers and Blood Song (New Adult Paranormal Vampire/Shifter Romance) by Tamara Rose Blodgett Page A

Singer
running through his veins.
    His already injured body fought the change.
William forced it upon himself, his body losing shape and molding
into the raven. It was twice the size of the majestic Bald
Eagle.
    The eyes remained a deep cranberry, a color not
found in nature. His ebony wings unfolded to a span of nearly ten
feet. He rose, partially healing as he lifted from the ground, his
clothes in a shredded pile at his feet. Lack of blood, coupled with
injury made William sway in the air. He sharpened when he was
greeted with the image of Julia struggling in the brutal embrace of
the Were.
    Clearly in the grips of lust.
    Breeding lust.
    William pointed his sharp beak at the pair,
folding his huge wings against his body, he sailed down as an onyx
torpedo.
     
    *
    Julia
     
    Julia sprung to her feet just as Tony grabbed at
her. She used her elbow in an insightful move that surprised both
of them, using the hardest part of her body as a weapon she threw
it up into the half-human face that was so close to her. Tony
helped her by leaning into her just as she jabbed it forward.
    Her elbow connected with his jaw and it stunned
him for a moment.
    Julia spun and began to run, her ankle screamed
and she ignored it. Something grabbed her hair from behind and
lifted her off the ground by it, her scalp shrieking and burning.
Torquing her neck, the Were wrapped hands that could have crushed
the windpipe they held around her neck and drew her against his
body, almost tenderly.
    His other hand tore the nightshirt she was
wearing collar to hem, using only the tip of one claw.
    It fell at their feet in a pile and he moved his
hold from her neck to wrap her upper arms.
    “I will breed you... Blood Singer,” it growled
out between impossibly long teeth.
    Julia was fully panicked now. Looking down she
saw what made him male in full view and used her hand like a
weapon, clawing at his face and kicking out. He shook her so hard
her teeth rattled and she saw stars, her head lolling about on the
stem of her neck like a fragile flower.
    Out of her trembling side vision Julia felt air
rush past her and another of his kind bore down on him, his hold
releasing, the claws sliding away without purchase. She fell to the
grass beneath, her knees folding under her like a chair put
away.
    As she gazed up at the night sky, the sounds of
flesh being torn and ripped, growling and yipping reverberating in
her ears, a great black shape descended above her.
    Julia lay there, the wetness of the grass
soaking through her panties and cami.
    She saw that it was a great bird, the eyes
piercing her as it hovered above her in ebony glory, revealed only
in outline by the full moon.
    She didn't even scream when the talons from its
feet pierced her shoulders, lifting her body in the air. The pain
was a numbing horror but her mind protected her as unconsciousness
washed over her body.
    The last thing Julia remembered was an unearthly
howl of anguish reaching her ears.
    Then there was only blackness, the pain a spiral
that trailed after her.
     
    *
    Joseph
     
    Joseph closed his muzzle with a snap, the howl
echoing in the openness of the clearing. The small body of the Rare
One was clutched to the drinker like a dark token in the sky.
    One Were and one vampire lay in bloody heaps,
his first on the ground, heaving from exertion and in the throes of
shaking off the breeding lust with effort.
    The fool.
    He watched as the remaining vampires bled back
into the forest seamlessly, their bodies melding so closely with
the shadows their forms were indecipherable.
    Another failed mission.
    He looked at Tony with unveiled disgust. Maybe
it would have gone similarly without this transgression, he did not
know. What he did know is that the drinker had shifted. His intel
had not divulged that skill amongst the runners. He must have
Singer's blood running in his veins.
    The rat bastard.
    They needed that Singer, badly. Before a fully
blooded vampire could breed her. A thing the Were had