It looked like I wasn't the only one receiving that information for the first time, the wolves behind me were restless, though I didn't have access to their internal conversation, their irritated noises signified that they didn't appreciate the idea of vampires understanding them.
Elizabeth descended slowly into the backyard of the mansion, her doe eyes purposeful, taking everything in. They shone like rubies under the moonlight.
I couldn't bring myself to look at the white wolf that was still behind me — yes, I put myself easily between her and Arthur, ready to take on whatever torture he planned on implicating over her, I would probably do the same for the wolf if it had been anyone else.
Anyone else, but not Elizabeth.
