Caitlin was going to ignore the fight until she heard who was involved. Liam was someone she didn't care about, so she didn't talk to him. He was just another were. A dime a dozen. But hearing that Van was in the fight? That drew her attention. Especially when someone said that he was outnumbered. Fucking werewolves. They moved as a pack and fought as one too. She knew that Van could probably handle himself against one, maybe two . . .
She was pushing through the crowd unapologetically. Shoving past people until she was standing next to John and watching the boys fight. It wasn't just Van and Liam and other werewolves, but Ewan was in there too. She didn't think but acted. Van was . . . something to her and she wasn't going to let a bunch of stupid mutts gain the upperhand by sheer numbers alone.
She wasn't as tall as the others. She also wasn't built with a lot of muscle either. But she was toned from how active she kept and more importantly, she was fast. Caitlin went in and tapped a werewolf going for Van and Liam on the shoulder. He turned and she socked him right in the jaw before kicking him in the chest. He stumbled a bit, butmostly because she took him off guard. While he was orienting himself to what just happened, Caitlin went for Liam.