One of the trackers shouted at her to stop; she paid him no mind but charged into the house
At once, her sensitive ears picked up the sound of fighting. Breaking furniture and growls.
She plunged down the hall at a dead run.
When she reached the open door at the end of the hallway, she saw the vampire, Cameron, and a werewolf fighting. The wolf was beautiful, dark gray like a storm cloud, except for delicate white paws. But the wolf was also bloody.
The vampire shot a look at Ama and all the strength went out of her. She sat where she’d stopped. His look was only that and not an invasion into her head; she had her shields fully up. But his command was obvious. Don’t fight me,he seemed to say without words.
So. She couldn’t fight him. But then Rose yipped in pain.
“I can’t,” Ama told her. “He won’t let me.” Besides, she added silently, I don’t know how. All she knew was music. And not attracting others with her scent.