They all seemed to spot me at once, backed against the alley wall and waiting and the smallest darted toward me first before a snarl and a bellow stopped him on his tracks and he shrank back, his blue irises burning into mine for a moment before he was batted aside and the two broad male wolves shouldered and snarled at each other as they each tried to get closer to claim me. Now, when I say 'Our kind', I mean the long list of beasties that go bump in the night- Vampires, werewolves, wendigos, gargoyles, witches- you name it, it probably exists