"A show? What the fuck are you talking about?" I said, my hand closing around Derek's wrist, and I found myself stepping slightly in front of him. For once crazy moment, I actually thought I might be able to protect him.

But I'd heard of that sort of thing happening before. I'd met superheroes. Demons. Angels. But it hadn't really occurred to me that something like that might apply to Derek, which in hindsight, was pretty fucking stupid. He was a goddamn werewolf, after all.