Ever since Marcus, one son of the first immortal, had been bit by a rabid bat, the Vampire side of Selene's line had their acute sense of hearing. Selene could map an underground cavern with only the echoes of her own slow heartbeat. It was nothing special for her to track what was happening inside the bar behind her while she sat outside. Every heartbeat was distinctive, and to a Vampire, spoke volumes about what each individual was feeling, thinking. Selene would admit, if asked, that the beings with multiple hearts complicated things a little, but this wasn't her first day in off the farm.
William, the second son of Alexander Corvinus, bit by a rabid wolf, the first Lycan - werewolves they were called here. The senses, and frequently the temperament of a wolf and the strength of a Vampire. She had taken blood from Michael, her Lycan lover, before his first turning to save his life from a silver nitrate bullet, to make him into a Lycan/Vampire hybrid, and begun her own hybridization. When Alexander gave her his blood, the blood of the first immortal, that change was cemented in place and she became what she was, a hybrid of all three strains of the Corvinus bloodline. And so she had gained the insane strength, and also the senses of her Lycan side. Scent was the hardest thing for anything living to conceal. The air they exhaled, the tiny bits of skin and hair constantly shed. And everything, living or inanimate, had a scent if you knew how to look for it.
"That depends." Selene took off her sunglasses tucked them into the front pocket of her long blue coat. "Are you here to waste my time and bore me?"