A wave of wolves burst out of the trees on the other side of the road, a cacophony of howls echoing as they charged.
Flickering shadows ran to meet them: vampires, led by Charlie, a small figure at the front with moonlight glittering from his pale face and his elongated fangs.
Howls came from behind us, too, Kimballs and Reeses calling out defiance, followed immediately by screams and yelps and wails as they met.
The forest around me dissolved into chaos, and I spun, desperately trying to get a handle on what the fuck was going on.
"How did they get behind us without triggering any of the spells?" I demanded. "Dor! What the fuck?"
"They have another shaman," Felix said grimly. "Look!"
I turned and froze.
Coming out of the woods were two figures, one small and slim, with long blond hair trailing in the air around him like it moved in invisible currents.
His hands were raised, the tattoos on his arms writhing over his skin like crawling insects.
