Isabella's POV
Tammie's idea was brilliant—in theory. In practice? It felt like trying to split my consciousness in two.
We had practiced on our own for a couple of days. I made sure I was in my vampiric state while Tammie blocked me, at least at first, then I could do it on my own.
Lysandra watched with keen interest as I closed my eyes, focusing inward. We would separate our senses. Tammie would handle the wolf's instincts—the scent tracking, the heightened hearing—while I honed the vampire's reflexes.
Agatha scoffed. "This is ridiculous. You can't just—"
I moved.
One second, I was standing still—the next, my fist connected with Agatha's jaw with a satisfying crack. She staggered back, eyes wide.
"Again," I growled.
This time, when she lunged, I felt Tammie's awareness sharpen.
