Pack
Of Trent and the other wolf, there was no sign.
Did they still follow? Had Roderick's pets caught them?
As twilight gave way to night, she trembled as she wondered how long they had until the vampire himself found them.
I don't want to think about Roderick. Not when escape finally seemed a possibility. She focused instead on the man carrying her. While he didn't inspire the same kind of tingle Darren and Trent had, she still felt something, a little shock more along the lines of that she'd experienced with David. It was totally weird. In the past, her boyfriends had never given her electric shocks when they touched. Could the odd sensation have to do with their wolf status? A weird kind of pheromone thing given how attracted she found herself to the men, despite their deadly situation? Heck, even now, butt half frozen, the cut in her leg throbbing, tense, and stressed, she couldn't deny a certain spurt of heat at being held against his naked chest. A heat that flared higher when she allowed herself to think of Darren or the very naked Trent.