Phaedra was being really well-behaved, all things considered. What she wanted to do would leave Peter standing here confused, unless he was incredibly good at tracking a fast-moving, running vampire.
She wanted to take off the tank top and run, so fast she was a blur, until she found the water, and then toss off the rest of her clothes and swim.
It wasn't that she didn't think a wolf could track her. It was that this was a new place, with new everything, and that tracking was going to take longer than she wanted to wait for it. If the sun rose tomorrow and she was a stone again, she wasn't going to wake up at night and kick herself for running off on her own.
Besides, she'd had a really long time to perfect the art of making men (or women) chase her. Really, she just wanted Peter to follow her.
She could practically feel him trying not to smile, which made her grin for a second, before that faded back to a smirk. The growl made the grin come back, and Phaedra turned on her heel and ran a short distance, not doing anything to hide her speed. Once she knew Peter saw her, she did it again, and again, and again.
Always just slightly out of reach. This way, it didn't take all that long to reach the littler clearing, the circle of empty, obviously empty cabins and the little lake in the middle of them.
Phaedra hadn't seen sunlight on water in a very, very long time. It almost looked metallic.
She made the beckoning gesture again, then bent at the waist and took off her boots.