didn’t have any cat in her, so she landed hard, the concrete under her cracking from the impact. But the honey badger still got to her feet and shook it off. Charlie got on the ledge and was preparing to jump when she felt eyes on her. She spun around, gaze searching all the nearby buildings. She saw the scopes, the rifles. The women holding them. She bared her fangs in rage, and in answer the dark-haired one bared her fangs back. Well . . . at least they were shifters.
