Just as I thought, another shapeshifter.
As gently as I could, I slid my arm under her, trying to find a purchase on her limp form that would allow me to pick her up. It was harder than you would think. It would have been cake if I'd had two hands to use, but I still had my gun out in my right hand and pointed at the bad guys.
Finally I got her into the crook of my arm. Her head lolled limply against my skin, leaving smears of blood, brown and crimson. Lifting her confirmed she didn't weigh anything. Carefully, I backed over to the Comet's passenger door. There was a click as Tiff hit the button to unlock it, causing the heavy steel door to yawn wide and swallow us.
The toe of my boot slid behind the front seat and hooked the lever which folded the back down. It was awkward to lean in and lay her on the backseat. I piled the chain up into loose bundles in the floorboards. Standing up I raised the .45 to cover the Weres again.
I pushed the front seat back upright. Standing with one foot in the car and one foot on the ground I drew the .44 snubnose revolver from the holster at my lower back. Now I had both hands full of gun pointed at the bad guys. Nodding to Tiff made her slip in behind the wheel and close her door. I felt the car bump a bit as she put it in gear, foot on the brake.
Seven angry lycanthropes glared at me in the springtime sun. Leonidas pointed a clawed hand at me. “This isn't over. I will have what is mine.”
I gave him my best smile, the Pitbull grin. “The only thing yours around here is a silver bullet.” I waved the guns from one to the other of them for effect. “Get out of my town. If I see you again I will shoot you in the face.”
I dropped into the seat and Tiff put the pedal to the metal. The Comet's door slammed shut as she lurched forward, scattering Weres like bowling pins and covering them with dust.
I had been right. An asshole had come along and ruined my perfectly good day.
I hate being right.