Wulfe looked at Adam.
"Allow me to escort you out of the seethe so that no harm comes to you." Adam lowered his eyelids.
"Are you implying I cannot protect my own?" Wulfe dropped his eyes and bowed low.
"But of course not.
Merely suggesting that my presence might save you the trouble.
And save us the mess to clean up afterward." "Fine." Adam led the way.
I let the other wolves pass me and tried not to be hurt when Mary Jo and Aurielle deliberately avoided looking at me.
I didn't know what cause ...
or rather which cause was bothering them--coyote, vampire prey, or causing Marsilia to target the pack.
It didn't matter, really--there was nothing I could do about any of it.
Warren, Samuel, and Darryl waited until the others were gone, then Warren gave me a little smile and went ahead.
Darryl paused, and I looked at him.
I outranked him, which put me at the end of the pack, to protect us from attack from behind.
Then he smiled, a warm expression I couldn't say I'd ever seen on his face, not directed at me anyway.
And he went ahead.
"Oh no, you don't," said Samuel, amused.
"I'm outside the pack, and so I can tag along with you." "I really need a good night's sleep," I told him as I fell into step beside him.
"I guess that's what comes from fraternizing with vampires." He put a hand over my shoulder.
A cold hand.
I'd been so busy sweating with fear I'd become accustomed to both the feeling and the smell.
I hadn't noticed that Samuel was scared, too.
The last time he'd come here, Lily had taken him for a snack--and Marsilia had done worse, robbing him of his will until he was hers.
For me it would have been terrifying.
I couldn't imagine what it would feel like to a werewolf who lived only because he controlled his wolf.
All the time.
I reached up and put my hand over his.
"Let's get out of here," I said.
And all the way through the room, I was conscious of the two still bodies on the floor, and of the vampires and their menageries, who sat silently on the bleachers, obedient to orders I couldn't hear.
They watched us leave with their predatory eyes, and I felt them on my back all the way to the door.
Just like the ghost in the bathroom at Amber's house.