"You don't think it was an accident do you?'

She shook her head wildly.

Vlad glanced over at his sister who was fast approaching, easily able to discern that something was wrong. "Where are you going?"

"A friend's hurt," he explained. "We don't know how bad."

"Fleet of foot," Anya said, reciting an ancient werewolf blessing of safe travel. "Call us if you need anything."

Sadie wondered what would happen if Vlad really called on his people. If this wasn't an accident and he got mad enough, she was convince that there would be a war in the Gravestones before sunrise.

They both jumped in Sadie's truck, their quarrel forgotten...