Aila stayed still while she assessed her surroundings. There was nothing nearby that she could see, but her instincts and the silence of the night told her otherwise. Turning on the spot, she looked back across the lake and saw Nairi still asleep.
She knew to stay on guard; if there really was a vampire nearby, and neither Chiara nor Nairi could help, then she had to be able to take it on. Although she hoped it didn't come to that, she didn't know enough about the creatures to hate them so abundantly like the other werewolves. They were on good terms, right? The werewolves and the vampires?
"Malia?" Aila tried to nudge her wolf awake, but there was nothing but silence like the surroundings. There wasn't even a peep from her wolf; it felt like she was truly alone. Her mind was empty.
