Victoriana had seen part of it unfold from her position and forced her away through the tight bundle of bodies.
She was firing at the vampire, shot after shot, her face twisted with fury and fear, and she didn't see the five Silverpine gammas closing in from her blind side. She was so focused on Eve, so desperate to bring down that vampire, that she didn't notice the attack until it was too late.
They hit her like an avalanche.
The first one slammed into her side, throwing off her aim. The second tore the rifle from her hands. The third and fourth drove her to the ground, and the fifth went for her throat. She shifted mid-fall, her wolf form erupting in a blur of gray fur, and she fought back viciously—teeth snapping, claws raking—but there were too many. They swarmed her, pinning her down, tearing at her, and she screamed.
Kael reached her position just as she was being torn apart.
