Ainsley knew Liam was close. He could always sense his sire, from any distance less than a mile or two. As he followed the trail this time, he started to sense Amy as well. He smiled and thought of the hunt that might take place that night, and drew closer to his companions.
But then another presence invaded his senses. Young, frightened, and very lupine. Ainsley would have thought the hunt had started without him, except for the fact that this werewolf smelled very, very familiar.
Ainsley broke into a run.
"Hey!" he shouted, barely giving Amy time to turn around before he was on her, tearing her away from the young man on the ground. "Not these two," he growled.