Aurum's golden figure streaks through the wolves defending us, in an unerring line straight for the closest vampire.
Seconds later, there's a blood-curdling roar.
Stop standing around staring, Grimoire says, unaffected by the fear crawling through my skin. They need your help.
Tearing my eyes from Aurum/Lucas, I dash forward, my magic-crafted blade cool against my sweaty palm.
"What's next?" I ask, squeezing through a mass of fur and hot bodies. The noise is too loud to hear my own voice, but Grimoire picks up my words straight from my head.
Get closer. You'll hurt an innocent if you try to do anything here. You don't have the control yet.
Ducking under a wildly swinging arm, I come face to face with a stranger. Pale skin. Lips glistening red, cracking at the corners, where you can see pale flesh peeking out beneath the blood.
