The vampire's scream of recognition was the signal for chaos to erupt throughout the hall. My silver light blazed brighter, pushing back the emergency lighting's red glow as pack warriors shifted into their wolf forms. The sound of ripping fabric and transforming bones mixed with snarls, screams, and the distinctive whistle of claws cutting through air.
"Luna!" Jean-Baptiste shouted, grabbing my arm as a vampire lunged toward the stage. I raised my hand, sending a bolt of silver fire that caught the creature mid-leap. He shrieked as the moonfire consumed him, turning to ash before he hit the ground.
"Stay close to me until—" Jean-Baptiste began, but his words were cut off as another vampire, this one female with platinum blonde hair, appeared behind him with inhuman speed.
"Behind you!"
