Finding Freedom 4: Winds of Change: Finding Freedom, #4

By Leslie Laye and Sarah Shae

Danielle, Marla's vampiric girlfriend, has been kidnapped, and Marla wants to set her free. Thankfully Marla has her sister, Katrina: Vampire Hunter, to help. But rescuing Danielle is going to be no easy task. Her kidnapper, Vincent, has locked her away in a fortress. Marla and Katrina are only human, but they will do whatever it takes to get Danielle free, even if it means enlisting the help of murderous vampires themselves.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Thompson-Corner Publications
• Release date: Jul 20, 2015
• ISBN: 9781516397709

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Finding Freedom 4

Winds of Change

by Leslie Laye and Sarah Shae

A Thompson-Corner Publication

Copyright © 2015 by Leslie Laye and Sarah Shae

All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher except for the brief use of quotations in a book review

Other Finding Freedom Stories

Finding Freedom 1: FlashFire

Finding Freedom 2: Snowfall

Finding Freedom 3: Hallowed Ground

Finding Freedom 4: Winds of Change

Finding Freedom: Full Series

Table of Contents

Finding Freedom: Winds of Change

  Chapter 1: Old Enemies

  Chapter 2: Christmas Eve

  Chapter 3: Scouting

  Chapter 4: Infiltration

  Chapter 5: Winds of Change

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Finding Freedom: Winds of Change

Chapter 1: Old Enemies

It was Christmas Eve and I was taking a walk in the snow.

The snow wasn't very heavy, just light sprinkles here and there; they were mostly drifting through the sky instead of sticking the ground or sticking to me. They would drift right off as if they had a deeper agenda.

It was well past nightfall, and the streetlights reflected off the snowflakes, making them shine and glitter. It was pleasant, calm, and I wished I was anywhere else other than there at the moment.

I wished I was in a house—my own house, not my passed mother's house, a house that I had bought and was properly and entirely my own—my own house with a fireplace and the electricity turned on. And Danielle would be there, I'd be cuddled up to her in front of the fireplace, which would have a roaring fire. I'd be drinking hot coca, and Danielle did what Danielle did. By that point, I wasn't sure she ever drank anything other than tea, or ate anything but apples.

But Danielle wasn't here. Even though she was the reason I was out after dark on Christmas Eve, I wasn't visiting her. I didn't have my own house, and I didn't have a fireplace, and I didn't have Danielle.

Danielle's a vampire, and she'd been kidnapped. The gang who kidnapped her regularly prostituted out vampires like Danielle to high-paying men in exchange for protection from humans and other vampires. But Danielle didn't need protection this time around, so they just kidnapped her. It made me furious on a level I couldn't even understand; I couldn't even imagine the kind of things that they were making her do, so I tried to not think about it as much as possible.

Danielle's life is complicated, since that gang wasn't the only people looking for her. She also had her old group, the group that she was a part of before she came to my town. While she was with her old group, she told a human that she was a vampire and, well, that didn't go over too well. She escaped for her own non-life, but her old group stalked her here and left her threatening notes and then blew up my apartment building in order to get back at her.

It wasn't very nice of them.

I stopped at the intersection and looked over the envelope in my hands. It was made of chemically yellowed paper, that I could tell. There was a single letter on the front: M. It was the same sort of letter that Danielle got from her old group, but this one had directions instead of threats.

Muller and Trayson, 7:00pm, Christmas Eve

My phone rang. It was my sister.

Hello?

There's a small group approaching. Three. You still have that knife I gave you?

I could feel its weight in my coat. A silver knife. It was strangely quaint, but apparently still effective.

Yeah. It's not like I'd drop it between then and now.

Katrina grunted in annoyance.

Katrina, my older sister who left me and my mother before I entered high school, is part of a vampire tracking group. Katrina never really struck me as