Rushing into the forest, I head in the direction that I heard her scream. After several minutes, I keep running even though I hear nothing more except for the birds singing above my head. I stop to scan the area for any signs of a struggle or if I can find anymore of her blood on the vegetation, but with nothing to go by, I pick a direction that calls to me for some reason.
This time I am right fortunately, because the next thing I know I am just outside a small camp made up of two tents thrown together by tarps and ropes. In the middle is a fire blazing and sitting next to it is Arabella and not a vampire, but another werewolf. I can only tell, because her scent is so strong, and she looks like a rogue.