If she had felt less tense, Mallory might have laughed at that. Her lips curved up into a sort of malformed half-smile instead, and she shook her head at him. There were some packs that attacked vampires, but they were usually larger in size and would never have gone this long without attacking the vampire. Everyone knew that.
"You expect me to believe that you're concerned with us attacking you when your kind are happy to pick us off whenever they fucking choose?" There was a distinct growl in her voice, enough of a guttural, feral sound to set her apart from just some angry human. She embraced the wolf in her own way, unlike her son.
At the other end of the side street they were on, Mason rounded the corner to block the vampire in. Two against one wouldn't ever be a fair fight unless the one was a vampire. Then it was still an unfair fight, just tilted in the opposite direction.