Allie had finally caught the scent of an animal-a small rabbit. It wouldn't fill her up much, but it would work for the time being. She blindly chased after it, her hunger taking over the rational part of her. By the time the rabbit was in her grasp and her fangs were almost at its neck, it was too late. She stopped dead in her tracks, her fangs aching from resisting the urge to bite. She had ran right into the middle of the three werewolves. Her eyes, bloodshot from not feeding, frantically flew back and forth between each werewolf. "Oh, crap."