From Protector of the Grey House:
Next to her, Rebecca was taking slow deep breaths. She laid a hand on Natalia’s knee, trying to calm her. All were silent; all were tense. They could smell the battle adrenaline. The wolves wanted to be out of the car. Vincent wanted the element of surprise, meaning the wolves and Natalia had to stay put until they received the text. The other werewolves were meditating, breathing deep, trying not to think about the fight, trying to stay calm. It wouldn’t do to start a fight in the car. All were in street clothing, things they could afford to rip to shreds. They would be getting into a fight. It wouldn’t do to ruin good clothing when they changed.
It was three a.m. before the text came. Natalia nearly jumped out of her skin. Orlando, who was sitting to her right, opened the door and stepped out. He held the door open for Natalia then helped her on with the scabbard as the others left the car. Once the sword was strapped on, she stood a little taller. Orlando took a step back; a little disturbed by the way she looked. He still wasn’t used to seeing that look on a human. It was an animal look: the look a cat gets right before it pounces on the unsuspecting mouse; meaning to toy with it until the poor thing is dead of fright.