“Are you hurt?” Pip asks, sniffing around your hair and neck, looking for any injuries. There is none but that doesn’t keep Pip from relaxing.

Her huge form towers over you, brown fur almost camouflaged in the dark alleyway, green eyes glimmering like emeralds. Pip was always the protective werewolf, especially when it came to you. Which was why you were covered in blood from the very dead vampire.

“You know you’re not suppose to be out during the full moon.”