Rora froze as her eyes met with his. He had the eyes of a werewolf, but there was more, a red tinge to them, or had she imagined that? Her eyes held the same red tinge right after she fed from humans. It represented the half of her was immortal. The half that she loved. Then there was more. Three werewolves. Instincts kicked in. One thought screamed through her head- don't let him get hurt more than he already was. Jumping off the porch she launched herself in the direction of one of the werewolves. She landed on his back and bit into his neck, wrenching in one direction he whined and shook her off. But the damage was done, she had aimed correctly. Blood was pouring down into his fur out of his neck.<br/><br/>Gold eyes met hers then went dim as he collapsed. That was easy. But the attention was shifting from their original victim to her now. Another wolf locked eyes with her before slowly prying himself away from the guy and moving towards her. Well hell... What had she gotten into now?