It was dark, even the distant runway lights being swallowed up one by one into the distance. Dark but not, not for shifters anyway as the moon seemed closer. Bluer.

Wilder.

The stillness that fell was like a wood before the first fury of a storm, and in that silence there was the grunting and muffled screaming of people locked in a panel van with a VERY ANGRY MMA fighter. Tied up or no.

Gods she was going to hit the ground hard after all this but for now she was going to manage to break at least one arm and a few of her assailant's ribs! Losing fight, she knew it, but if they were hurt they might open a damn door to get more room!