And then you find them.
All of them.
Marco and Ed are in full wolf forms, Vicky is staying on two legs, but there isn't much else human about her in that moment. They're facing a small cluster of vampires. Four of them, all wearing matching green aprons, and grins. Two of the four have gardening machetes, the blades lumpy, blackened, and flashing silver in the florescent lights.
You know what that means. You've seen it before. They've melted silver onto the blade.
Fuckers.
Behind the vampires is a small boxy lime green cargo truck. You hear Minjo's muffled voice calling out from the back, along with JiAn's panicked, puppyish howls. Izzie is howling too... but she sounds like she wants to fight, her thoughts containing all the ferocity if none of the volume as an adult wolf.
You can't hear Nik.
"This area is off limits to customers," one of the vampires says in a distorted sing-song voice. "Please leave."
"Oh," Addie's voice croons as her bones begin to crack and shift. "It's time for you creepy fuckers to die."
The vampires don't say anything... but at this point you're not expecting them to. Whatever Blackwell has done to them it's clear their brains aren't exactly firing on all cylinders.
The left one. Vicky howls. Three.
Two. Marco responds.
You tense.
One.
The pack rushes forward, attacking the vampire Vicky targeted with the unified precision only those with one mind could.