With thrusts of his hand, he slammed werewolves against the wall without touching them, using his telekinesis as he marched purposefully across the room with his eyes locked on Charlotte.

Amy pulled me behind her, fighting off a werewolf that had leapt toward us. She fought valiantly, ripping off heads with her sickle and ripping out hearts as blood sprayed across the room.

Suddenly, Drake entered the room with his fists doubled at his sides, dressed in a black T-shirt, ...