"My daughter is one of the best things that ever happened in my life," Selene nodded. "I remember when she was young, inexperienced, unsure of herself sometimes.
"If you've found the nighttime streets of Ravenmoore that dangerous, then the Department is falling down on the job. I need to know about it so the problem can be fixed. If someone is actually after you right now, I need a name, an address if you have one. I will pay them a little visit and explain what is and is not acceptable behavior. If it is residual paranoia from your past life, calm down a little. You can worry yourself into an early grave that way.
"You are a... a werecoyote. You should be able to handle a small group of humans, even without transforming. Non-humans? I would imagine most are just trying to blend in. So far, you are the only one I have found walking my streets after dark."
She laughed softly. "Use your nose, little one. The night air is alive with thousands of scents. It will tell you many secrets. As to me? Werewolves I know tell me I still smell strongest of vampire, with a little werewolf, and a bit of something else. Since I am a hybrid, it only makes sense."