“We’re kinda low on options, you know. It’s either change you, let them kill you, or you live the rest of your life on the run and constantly looking over your shoulder."  She sighed and slid off the bed, giving a lazy stretch before snagging her phone off the dresser.  "They haven't even texted or called me anyway.  That could be a very good thing or it could be a very bad thing."  Just as she was about to type up a text, there came a pounding at the door.<br/><br/>A gruff voice that sounded more growl than human called out loudly.  "Amaris, open up!  We know you're in there and we know you've got that human in there with you!  We can smell him.  Open the damn door and you won't get hurt."  There was a lingering threat in the voice, one that intimated that she wouldn't get hurt<i>badly</i>.  No promises were made about what might happen to Blake though.  More pounding and the doorknob rattled.<br/><br/>She knew the wolves outside the door would respect her privacy enough to not immediately break down the door but that respect would only last so long.  The door itself wouldn't stand up to much abuse anyway.  With a few choice words muttered under her breath, she quickly grabbed some clothes, not caring much what they were and yanked them on.  "Get dressed.  We're going to have to go out the window."  Her expression was serious as she glanced at her naked lover.  "Unless you want me to try to talk some sense into them?"  Amaris grabbed his clothes from the floor and tossed them at him.  "Hurry up.  Rox and Lium don't like to be kept waiting and they will knock that door down."<br/><br/>Not even waiting for him to finish getting dressed, she quickly left the bedroom, moving as quietly as she could.  The men outside the door would hear her anyway.  She knew that but she wasn't going to make it easy for them.  Carefully placed feet moved across the living room to the window that led out onto the fire escape.  It only squealed a little as she pushed it up.<br/><br/>"Open the damn door!"  It wasn't a pounding fist that hit the door this time.  It was a shoulder.  The door held but it wouldn't take too many more body slams before it gave up the good fight.<br/><br/>She ducked out the window, straddling the ledge as she looked back for Blake.  "Hurry up," hissing the words on a whisper.