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Bane
Douglas Bane gathered the hunters under his charge to him. He’d led this particular group of men and women for nearly a decade. They had moved from the small town in which Emery Mavus lived to one to the south, keeping under the radar from the rogue hunter and elder vampire they had spotted guarding the young teen.
Eli’s failure at the school had cost them. The police were on higher alert than ever, watching roadways, eyeing tourists and any unfamiliar faces, and chaperoning Mavus everywhere he went. Even without the police, the elder vampire and hunter were enough trouble. Taking Mavus out at the school had been the ideal scenario. Quick. Clean. Eli had never made such a glaring error before.