Candra was never certain what exactly alerted her to the presence of a vampire.  Some other sense had come into play upon the realization that she was, in fact, a werewolf, and even though though the undead had no smell to speak of, Candra could "scent" him for what he was.  Again her lips pulled back, baring teeth that were no longer the dangerous weapons they had been, and she growled as she lay there among her pack.  Her night vision picked him up easily, and something told her that he had not yet fed this night.  Perhaps it was his lack of warmth, that only gotten from the fresh blood of his victims.<br/><br/>What if he was associated with that thing that had wreaked such havoc?  Despite her pain and weakness, Candra could not let her guard down, would not let him take her without a fight.  The sound of his voice had her jumping like a scalded cat, and she knew that it would somehow amuse him greatly.<br/><br/>"What do you want, bloodsucker?"  Steel and rage underlined the hostility in her voice.  She might have been powerless at this moment, but it wouldn't last forever, unless he killed her himself, here and now.