Mekoa's lethal body shook from the unacustomed adrenaline rush coursing through her veins. After a few moments, she bent down to retrieve the note.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"Take the wolf-man, Mekoa I have already taken my price. He is now your to do with as you please, but beware the dark side of him. Once unleashed with blood nothing can stop it."</span><br/><br/>She dropped the paper with a frightened gasp. The note had a signature of sorts, the kind that only one versed in magic would know. The only thing was, was that it was signed with a memory of laughing grey eyes suddenly solemn and whisps of strawberry blonde hair cut short. It was him, and he was tracking her. Why did he delight in torturing her like this? For all she knew, he was dead. How did he survive?<br/><br/>Pulling herself away from the mental image, she painstakingly got together her composure and paid her bill. She then turned on her heel and promply left the tavern, hoping that the other two would eventually follow her.