AS SOON AS KILLIAN'S COVEN REALISED THAT THEY WERE AMBUSHED, they swung into hissing crouches, and the two sides clashed with feral roars from the werewolves and hybrids.
Alison honed in on the nearest vampire, a slender female with white-blonde hair that fixated her menacing bright blue eyes on her with a snarl. It was then that she realised who it was, Misha. They encircled each other, and she knew instantly that she was more potent than Misha. It was some instinct that told her she wasn't ancient, but Alison knew she was, and the newfound power that pumped inside of Alison's veins would allow her to kill Misha quickly. Alison bared her fangs at her, almost as tall as her shoulder, even while in wolf form.
With an impatient grunt, Misha lunged at her, moving surprisingly fast, but she sprung out of the way and turned to face her again. Her rosary truly was drained of power because Misha had no issue getting close.
