The Sentinels With all of this money, they all want something from me

Movement at her back; Reverie's ears flicked but she made no move at first, caught in the brightness all around her. She blinked hard. Still her vision failed to clear, and so she whirled around to face the approaching wolf. A woman in silver, beautiful, but all the same Reverie's hackles rose.
There was something very wrong about her.
Perhaps it was the strange object wrapped round her pale throat, or the foreign scent shrouding her like a warning. Reverie did not know, but she was uncertain. She regarded the woman in silence for a moment, ears folded back, posture neutral but deliberately quite still; even the rise and fall of her chest was subtle as her breath turned shallow in anticipation of —
Anticipation of what?
Reverie's look turned expectant on the stranger, but even she wasn't sure what she meant by it.