Street:<br/><br/>Out on the street, as usual, things were quieter than they normally were during the day. Fewer people, fewer cars, but as always, the city that doesn't sleep still had some life.<br/><br/>Cab drivers, a random police car or a couple going somewhere or coming home from somewhere. Someone walking their dog, since it was the only time they could spare to do it, all the little bits and pieces of the night life in New York.<br/><br/>Obviously, not only of regular people was the life there made.<br/><br/>Some much less than common types also walked the streets at night. And one of this types was watching Micky's joy ride on the almost silent streets. He stayed just long enough to make sure it was him, before getting back to the place where he was awaited.<br/><br/>"I saw him. He just took a car - nobody was in it - and went riding around. His disregard for rules could be used to our advantage."<br/><br/>"What about his pack?", the other man inquired.<br/><br/>"So he has a pack. Big deal. I'm sure he'll give them up on a silver tray with the right incentives. We'll pick him up. Just give me a couple more days to think up the right approach."<br/><br/>Safe house:<br/><br/>The house was extremely quiet. Maybe a lot quieter than it would have been if Micky - the boy who had lef the thief in the house - had been there. The other occupants of the house weren't the noisy kind in any way. The woman barely spoke, and Damion wasn't the chatty type as well, though not as silent as the only woman in the small unity that lived there.<br/><br/>Mackenzie slept in her usual restless manner, oblivious to what happened right outside her door. Dreams of a past she would love to be able to forget bothered her as usual, but nothing outside of that disturbed her sleep. At least until the noise of breaking glass came from the living area.<br/><br/>The girl's eyes were wide open in a moment, and she was jumping off her bed before even waking up completely. The only thing she took the time to do was pull a knife she kept under the pillow. She didn't know who would want to break into their house, but couldn't hurt to be prepared.<br/><br/>The scene the young woman met was something she wouldn't have anticipated in her worst nightmare. The first sound she let out was a small shocked gasp. If the assassin looked on that direction, he could see a female silhouette, and not much more, since it was dark. She could also only capture the general shape of the man, but the smell of blood was strong enough to guide her to the points were the other two men were.<br/><br/>"Damion!". The scream seemed to come from deep down inside the girl. With zero regard for her personal safety, she ran up to the Alpha and checked on him for just a second, before looking at the stranger. "Drop your fucking gun". Her voice was the snarl of a wounded animal. "Keep your hands where I can see them", she completed, her jaw tightening as she felt a forced change very near to happening. First, only her eyes seemed different, the blue changing into a hue of brown.<br/><br/>The rest of the change followed quickly, beyond her control. The small body - the young woman stood just a little taller than 5' - grew taller and wider, the face morphing into what looked like a snout, and the skin giving place to abundant white fur. Blinded by rage, her body would move in the direction of the invader, in an attempt to - at first - simply get him to the ground, while the creature - whatever it was - let out a furious growl.