Allie couldn't take it anymore. She swiftly exited her house and perched herself up on the roof, crouching like a cat in waiting. The smell of werewolves was beginning to become overwhelming. They weren't dispersing and she could sense a small group of them together. As she scanned the area, she thought she saw...blue fire? What on earth was going on? Her thirst was so strong that she thought she would have to drink her own blood. She hadn't fed in days and needed it terribly. She felt cornered. There were too many werewolves around and she could detect a couple of unknown presences. If the werewolves caught her hunting and they weren't the friendly kind, she could easily be overtaken. The need to drink took over. Jumping to the ground, she dashed through the forest in search of a meal.