I woke up at noon with my body screaming in protest.
Every muscle ached from last night.
Odd for a being like me, but perhaps not for one with a shattered core.
Vampires hit hard, and even with my enhanced healing, I was covered in bruises that would take another day to fully fade.
My phone had several messages from the group chat Jade had created for the vampire hunt.
Jade: No sign of the rogue yet. Victor's people are still monitoring.
Natasha: I picked up a trace near the old textile factory. Checking it out.
Victor: Keep me updated. I want this finished today.
I rolled out of bed and headed downstairs. The safehouse was quiet – most of the Jackals were out on their own jobs or still sleeping.
Tommy was in the common area, three monitors set up in front of him, furiously typing.
"You look like shit," he said without looking up.
"Thanks. What are you working on?"
