Snapping back to his senses, Rail saw the Lord shit casually striding toward the shattered carriage, as if the battlefield were his stage. Then, he caught it. That scent. That familiar innocent scent of hers.
With a growl rumbling from deep within, Rail swung his sword and leaped, landing hard between the vampire and the carriage.
"She's mine to protect," he said, voice low and venom-laced.
Behind him, the carriage's hanging door gave way with a sharp crack. Gloria stumbled out, cradling Dave tightly against her chest, fearing the surge of vampires to them. Her eyes were wide with terror, her face smeared with blood from a cut on her forehead.
Org arrived just in time, placing his broad body between them and the threat. His fur bristled, and his eyes glowed like dying embers.
"Well, well," the vampire drawled, amused. "How brave. I thought wolves hate humans."
