Chapter 137

"Jason," I said in a husky voice. "Get Monica to safety."

Ran hurried to Monica, lifting her and vanishing.

I turned and sensed Jason's whereabouts.

When I materialized again, I was alone in a room of two-dozen werewolves, several guarding Jason, who was chained to a wall.

"Were you expecting me?" I howled. "Let's do this."

Before I could go to battle, the air grew bitterly cold, and the werewolves looked confused. I smelled, of all things, fresh flowers.

A woman no taller than five-two appeared between the werewolves and me. She was drop-dead beautiful, her skin the deathly white of an old Vampire. Her hair was a luscious black that ran down in curls to the small of her back. Her green eyes were striking against her face and hair. She wore a gown of sea foam green that glistened with diamonds and hugged her body like a glove. She was obviously an old Neratomay, but she knew how to dress like a modern-day heiress.

Ignoring the dangerous werewolves at her back, the woman smil