My magic came to me in a rush of power, surrounding me before any of the werewolves could reach me. I sent out a pulse of energy, scattering them, keeping them as far from me as possible. Werewolf bites were contagious and there was no cure.

Odette Dumont's last attempt to piss of my mother, it seemed. And my old friend had a hand in it.

We'd just see about that.

The werewolves gathered themselves and attacked for the second time. This round went to Shaylee. ...