"No doubt about that babe, he gives you a side eye and he's toast!" she promised cheerfully.

Dan just shook his head in amusement, watching them walk off!

* * *

Dinner the next day was pleasant, normal, full of things anyone would expect a woman-centric sport magazine to ask about. Normal.

Easy.

Nothing to worry about at all. It made the thugs melting out of the shadows on her way home all the more surprising. Not that she froze mind you, she was too primed for fighting to do that, but she didn't notice the needle that made it against her shoulder in the melee where several people got broken bones and at least one got dropped permanently.

Drugs were never good though. "That can drop a shifter," Dan noted almost apologetically as her bones went liquid on her. "Just let go."

"Fuck you," she growled, blacking out. If she focused inward maybe she could burn it faster.

Dan sighed and looked the dead guy over, "load up everything, leave no traces. I'll sit with her."