"Whoa, man, whoa." The smart ass comment he was about to make bled right out of him when he saw the guy's mouth. "Right. Got the message. Hands off. No trespassing, no problem."

I've got a basket made up for Dylan to take with him and step back out into the cafe. "Dylan, I put together a few...," I stop when I see Dylan against a wall, three inches separating his feet from the floor, and Jack snarling at him fangs, quite literally, bared.

"Jack. Stop," I say in a quiet voice while I drop the room's temperature by twenty degrees and send a blast of that cold air on a gust of wind straight at Jack.