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"Infant, keep pace but don’t startle the prancer"

Rue resented being instructed by herin the coht well drive Rueher offer She bared her teeth

Lady Maccon took off at a dangerous speed

Rue ran after, wishing she could remind Mother that Paas currently cart careened around a corner, practically on one wheel

Rue shook her head and put on a burst of speed to close the widening gap Werewolves could outpace horses, especially one pulling Lord and Lady Maccon’s weight She caught up and jogged behind, nostrils flaring to keep track of the cityscape around her That had been one of the hardest things to learn as a olf pup, how her ood tiht, as it was early yet Balls and shoere hours off starting so no one was trying to get anywhere important Given that Lady Maccon was all over the road, this was a good thing If Mother is the superior whip, Paw ht

By the tiland Croquet, Lawn Tennis, and Airborne Polo Club, Rue’s senses already told her that things were in a bad state The noise was absurd, a e The smells were those of sweat, fear, and blood

Rue’s attention went to her ship

The Spotted Custard floated in chubbyrange Decklings lined the railing of the , sihis head, and another would nod and spit in disgust By deckling standards the fight was inferior entertain the spectators, which meant Primrose was there Good, Prim is safe No doubt Percy is in his library, uninterested in such a plebeian thing as a olf brawl

It was quite the scrapper All of the pack seeainst four vampires and a dozen drones, all ri serious firepower, but nevertheless an encounter between silver blade and olf flesh rarely worked out in the olf’s favour

As a rule, olves didn’t fight vampires Vaer with both teeth and claws but couldn’t exactly carry wooden stakes or anything useful like that There were, however, usually s taken together, hives and packs were evenly ?

In this case, it didn’t seee Their drones, on the other hand, were fighting with the white-eyed desperation ofwell

Baroness Ivy Tunstell’s hive was, ust of society, yptian va swarht beautifully with swirling -fast flicks of the wrist Over the past two decades, they’d learned not to kick – it wasn’t done in British society – but against olves they see her head, ears swivelling, nose aquiver, eyes searching the fray There was Tasherit, in cat for She looked to be rendering aement upon the mêlée, but she was a cat, and cats always looked to be rendering aement

Rue barked at her, sharply, once

Brown cat eyes, so incongruous in the face of a lioness, swung regally in her direction