These hands were dressed in several layers of metal, what looked like silver. I howled and snarled in pain as they clenched onto my bare arms, struggling about wildly until one of my feet slammed backwards. I heard an “Oof!” And then the silver hands were gone, and hot air slid against the burns. I flipped forward, landing in a slight crouch with my teeth bared, snarling as I glared at the people who now faced me. One person was doubled over, and fixing a glare on them, I saw they were the one that wore the silver. It didn’t appear to be troubling them, and I sniffed. Not wolf. Vampire. I snarled at them, but they didn’t glance up, they were doubled over and groaning.

Tim and another vampire had ahold of Amy and sought to drag her out of the room, but she, seeing me freed, had decidedly begun to struggle more. Mack and Jason held their hands out in a placating gesture, trying to approach me. I snarled wildly and glared, looking for a way out where one of them couldn’t grab me. Suddenly, I saw a way out…