The football boys had left the bottom of the staircase at least so I had a straight shot to the front door. Or so I thought. I was only part way down, Alison moaning beside me, when a crowd began to gather at the foot of the steps. One look told me what I needed to know.
Werewolves. Raoul had broken his promise. Galleytrot was not going to be happy.
But they didn't make a move to hurt me, just formed a half circle of solid bodyguard and wouldn't let me pass. Burdened with Alison, I knew the only choice I had to break through was to use magic. And even though the werewolves were in no way covered under coven law, I knew any aggressive act from this point would be seen as an attack.
Great. Just great.
I gathered my magic, letting them see the sheath of blue fire threaded through with amber and green. To their credit they didn't waver.
"I answer to my Mistress," Raoul said softly. Almost sadly.
What was that about then?