"Nicholas!" Saoirse cried out, horror gripping her as she watched her brother-in-law being dragged away. He kicked frantically at the vines, struggling to keep his footing as they twisted around his legs. His forearms shot up to shield his face, but the relentless tendrils only pulled tighter.
Saoirse took a step forward, ready to run after him—then another snaked around Sirius, yanking him down. Her heart lurched. Nicholas or Sirius? Her husband or his brother?
She cursed under her breath. Why was he always unconscious at the worst possible moments?
Chaos surrounded her. People left and right were fighting. Vampires were slashing their claws at the bark that was growing increasingly thicker as it wrapped around their bodies.
Werewolves nearly escaped in their human forms, only to be entrapped but the wood, suddenly erupted into their wolf forms and burst out of the logs like an explosion had occurred, only to have the vines once again morph around them.
