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  “You’re forgetting, I volunteered a time or two with the Search and Rescue team. They won’t stop looking until they have the remains of all the victims. Besides, I’ve already called around. They have a body that fits our needs in the next county over. We’ll put it under what’s left of the fuel tank and light it, and they’ll never know it wasn’t him.”

  Their words echoed in his head. Okay, he must be imagining things. Head injury, he thought. Then a pain hit, as if someone had a vise grip on his rib cage. It grew so intense that he screamed out. When it finally let go, he pulled Baxter’s collar up to his chest and held onto it. Then he let out a breath and tried to slip back into nothingness.

  ***

  Chase smelled smoke. He felt cold. Colder than even the ice he rested on. Fever. He had a fever. He wasn’t sure how long he’d been out. Five minutes, or five hours. It didn’t matter, he told himself. He wasn’t sure anything mattered if what he believed about his parents, sister, and Tami was true.

  He didn’t know what hurt the most. His body or his heart. And then suddenly he did know. His heart. He’d lost his family. Lost his dog. Lost everyone.

  All of a sudden he heard footsteps coming his way. Another pain started at the top of his neck and crawled down his spine. He arched his back and moaned.

  “Come on, boy. Let’s get out of here.”

  Chase felt someone pick him up as if he weighed nothing. He opened his eyes. “Put me down,” he said, the words barely a whisper.

  “Sorry, son. We gotta go.”

  “What about the tracks?” the other man asked.

  “Run some brush over them. With this weather, the team won’t make it down here for another twelve to fifteen hours.”

  Chase was suddenly lifted from the ground. Up like he was floating. No, like he was flying. He turned his head away from the man’s chest who held him close. He was about sixty feet in the air, looking down at the plane crash. The last thing he saw before he passed out again was the smoke coming from part of the wreckage.

  ***

  November 7

  Chase heard voices. He lifted his eyelids, not sure where he was. Raising his head off a pillow, he stared at the bedside table and saw the dog collar Tami had given him.

  Memories started ping-ponging around his head. Tami. The plane. The crash. The light. The two men.

  Grief swelled in his chest and threatened to drown him. Nothing but pride stopped him from curling up in a little ball and sobbing.

  Then other vague flashes started filling his head. Time in this bed. In pain. Fever. He’d had a high fever. He recalled the man, the one who’d worn the white lab coat, the one who’d showed up at the plane crash, sitting by his side. He could almost feel him now, running cold towels over him. His words had been calming. Telling Chase that he would be okay. That the pain would end soon.

  It hadn’t felt like he would be okay. He’d hurt like hell.

  Chase spotted a glass beside the dog collar. He remembered the man bringing him something to drink. It had tasted like some kind of berry concoction, but better than anything he’d ever tasted. When he’d finished one glass, he’d asked for more. But the man said he couldn’t drink too much. Chase had growled at the man, sounding almost animallike, not knowing where the urge had come from.

  Another noise sounded outside the bedroom door. Chase pushed the memories away and sat up a bit. Suddenly, the berry smell filled his senses again. The door opened and the man carried in another glass.

  Chase swallowed as his mouth watered. He sat up. He didn’t ask, but the man sat down on the edge of the mattress and put the glass in Chase’s hands.

  He brought it to his lips and drank greedily. When he’d finished, the man took the glass from him.

  “Do you remember anything?” he asked.

  The momentary relief from the grief disappeared. The drowning sensation returned. “The plane crashed.”

  He guy nodded. “I’m sorry for your loss. Your father was a good man.”

  Chase recalled seeing this man in the lab when they’d gone for the test. “Are you Jimmy?”

  “Yes.”

  Chase’s gut tightened. “My dad didn’t trust you to look out for me,” he said without thinking.

  Jimmy sighed. “We were just getting to know each other. But I’ve done all I can to help you. And I will continue to help you.”

  Chase looked around. “Why am I not in the hospital? I was in a plane crash for God’s sake.”

  Jimmy reached out and touched Chase’s arm. “Do you remember what bad shape you were in?” he asked. “Do you see any wounds on you now? Are any of your bones broken?”

  Chase looked down at his arms. He had a vague memory of not being able to move his right arm, and he hadn’t been able to feel his legs. Fear swirled around his chest. He yanked the covers back, exposing his legs. He bent his knees up and then lowered them back on the bed. No wounds. No broken bones. He looked up. How could … “What happened?”

  “There’s a virus. The VI virus. Your father, you, and your sister were all carriers. It’s—”

  “No!” Chase remembered what his sister had said about the strange virus. The virus that made people … made people crave blood. His gaze shot to the glass in the man’s hands. Was it blood?

  “No,” Chase repeated. “This is crazy. I don’t believe in …”

  “Vampires?” he asked.

  Chase nodded.

  “How much do you know? Did your father explain?”

  “No,” Chase said. “My sister, she read a file. But it can’t be—”

  “It is. I know it’s hard.” He looked at Chase with empathy. “I remember when someone explained it to me the first time. It … felt crazy.” He sighed. “It will take a while to get used to.” He patted Chase’s shoulder. “But you will be okay. And I’ll be here to help you.”

  Chase’s mind ran like a fan, over and over, trying to figure out if he could really trust this guy.

  There was a sound at the door. “Oh, someone’s wanting to see you.” He got up and opened it.

  Baxter stormed in, his tail thumping, his whole body wiggling with joy. He let out a low moan, then jumped up on the bed and immediately started licking Chase’s face. Chase’s eyes filled with tears and the dog licked them away, too.

  He finally looked at the man still standing there. He cleared his face of the weakness. “You found him?” he asked.

  “Yes.”

  “Is he okay?” Chase asked, running his hand over the dog’s black fur.

  “Yeah. I think he is. I was worried about him at first. All he did was bark. I had a friend look after him when I went to find the plane. I was told he barked the whole time. Never stopped. Not even for one minute. As soon as I came in with you, he went silent.”

  Chase remembered hearing Baxter when he’d been in that strange tunnel of light. It had been because he’d wanted to find the dog that he’d turned away. He’d heard Baxter’s barks. Or he’d thought he’d heard him.

  The dog whined and dropped his head on Chase’s lap, licking his hand.

  “I’ll leave you two alone. You’ll be weak for a few more days and then … then I’ll show you a thing or two about what you can do now.”

  Chase didn’t understand, but he nodded. The man left. Chase reached over to the nightstand and picked up the dog collar. “This is for you, buddy,” he said, his chest filled with grief.

  He changed out the dog’s collar and then buried his face in Baxter’s thick fur and let a few more tears fall. “I thought I’d lost you, too. But no.” He pulled back and took the dog’s face in his hand and looked into his dark eyes. “It was really you, wasn’t it? You called me back. I heard you.”

  Somehow Chase knew it was true. Baxter had saved his life. He didn’t know how he could hear the dog from the mountainside. Didn’t know how he’d survived the crash. Or what the hell had happened to him, or … He looked at the glass with a red rim around it. Was that … ? Oh, hell, he still didn’t know wh
at was happening to him. He bent his legs again, remembering not being able to move them. And his arm. It had been broken. How had he healed so quickly?

  Taking a deep breath, he glanced at the collar. NEVER TURN YOUR BACK ON A CHALLENGE.

  Live, son, his dad’s words echoed inside him. Live for us.

  “I’ll try, Dad. I’ll try.”

  Also by C. C. Hunter

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  Awake at Dawn

  Taken at Dusk

  Whispers at Moonrise

  Chosen at Nightfall

  Reborn

  About the Author

  C. C. HUNTER is the bestselling author of the Shadow Falls series. She lives in Spring, Texas, where she’s at work on her next novel. To learn more, visit her on the Web at www.cchunterbooks.com.

  Photograph courtesy of Leah Fortney

  This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.

  UNBREAKABLE. Copyright © 2014 by Christie Craig. All rights reserved. For information, address St. Martin’s Press, 175 Fifth Avenue, New York, N.Y. 10010.

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  First Edition: September 2014

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