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tampons, shampoo, things every girl needed. Even with that, and the promise of more work from a couple of the people she had helped out this week, she still had about fifty dollars left over. She decided to pick up a pizza and go by and see the kids, take them a hot meal for a change. Well, as hot as it could be walking with it in her hands in Ohio winter weather, she thought with a small laugh.
    Shade heard the screaming before she even hit the second flight of stairs up. She didn’t even stop at their usual meeting place, but flew up the stairs. She had tried to contact Brent mentally, but kept coming up against a wall. Dropping the box, she ran up, hoping it wasn’t Brent again.
    Shade crashed through the opening as soon as she realized it was coming from the kids’ apartment. The door opened with a crash before she could touch it. Shade’s magic billowed out from her in a heated flash and blew through the room.
    One look around the room confirmed her worse nightmare. Brent was lying in a small heap across from the open window in the living room, naked and bleeding from his ears and mouth. He was covered in blood, too much to see where he was wounded and where the blood was coming from. She knew now why she hadn’t been able to reach out to him.
    There was a large man, werewolf, she realized, holding Becca by one leg upside down and shaking her like her rag doll. Shade knew immediately that the little girl was dying, her scent and her heart sounds echoing into Shade’s mind. There was blood all over Becca as well, running down her little cheek and dripping on the floor underneath her in a growing stain.
    Brenda was slumped over on the coach and was watching the man shake her daughter with a drug induced smile on her face. Her eyes were glazed over and she looked to have a trail of spittle running down her lip. Shade took this all in within seconds. Brenda looked over at Shade just as the door hit the opposite wall.
    “ What the fuck do you think you’re doing here, bitch?” Brenda slurred angrily. “Get outta here afore I call the police on your ass. He ain’t hurtin’ her, just having a little fun. He paid me real good for some fun. He ain’t hurtin’ her.” Brenda looked back at the man and grinned. “You ain’t hurtin’ her, are ya, baby?”
    By now, Becca was not making any more noise, not a sound from her mouth, and very little from her tiny heart. She hung there so limp that Shade was sick to her stomach. Something settled over and through her as she moved into the room, her body becoming hard and alert. She calmed, readied herself for whatever needed to be done.
    With a suddenness that startled even the sod on the couch, Shade struck out at the man. With one blade and then another, Shade lunged at him, slicing and cutting at him, backing him against the wall as she moved to him in precise, timed movements.
    In his attempt to keep Shade from hurting him, he held Becca in front of him as a human shield. But Shade never once touched the child; her knives seemed to move beyond Becca and into the man. He gave up trying to protect himself with Becca when he seemed to realize that Shade wasn’t hurting her, wasn’t touching her.
    When he tossed Becca across the room, Shade snatched her before she hit the floor, snagging her seemingly from the air. Surging forward with the little girl cradled in her arm, Shade stabbed the man in the upper right shoulder blade, the force of the impact so strong it pinned him to the wall. So deep that he would need to tear muscle tissue and break a bone to pull away. In addition, this particular knife was made of silver, not her usual stainless steel, so he couldn’t pull away without serious harm to himself, and to his body.
    Shade took the little girl over to where her brother lay in a crumpled heap on the floor. Becca was so still, Shade realized. Too still for a child. She began rocking Becca in her arms, crying and talking softly to her. Shade could tell that Becca