â€œTheir fate lies out of your hands for now,â€ Shard said tilting her head in that eerie, owl-like way. â€œYou made your choice and the effects will now ripple like butterflies to the north winds. You canâ€™t catch them unless you can reach them first.â€ There isnâ€™t much change in her posture, but she remained their waiting expectantly. It was clear she was looking for an answer; a yes or a no from the blind werewolf. The sound of the streets had begun to return.<br/><br/>â€œI need your answer now. This is a binding contract, and my time and ability to make it run at not only a high cost, but also a short time span. Make your decision, wolf. Like Quissera I do not give second chances. I do, however, provide warning. What say you?â€