The Sentinels strapped down to something that you don't understand

Taki's gaze zeroed in on the stranger when she said her name was Ceara, any friendliness in her expression falling away to reveal only fierce anger. No fucking way. How good was her luck right now? She hadn't even had to muddle through pointless conversations with random strangers. The first wolf she met happened to be just the wolf she was looking for. Ceara? As in the bitch that hurt my brother? she asked, hackles rising. Her lip lifted and contempt painted her face as she glared at the source of the anger that had lived in her chest ever since her conversation with Sia. 

She wasted no time. Her training taught her that the element of surprise always gave her the upper hand, so with a murderous snarl, she lunged forward. Her teeth connected with the side of the female's neck, and she clamped them down with all of the force she could gather. She welcomed the feeling of warm blood in her mouth and she shook her head violently, attempting to deepen the wound.