'''Tis no trouble, lass." Brownyn answered Tara as she made her way to the phone. She drifted closer, watching the pretty innkeeper as she talked. Her eyes were a rich brown, usually hard and tough, but once in a while they would soften to reveal a mischievous, playful soul. Her copper colored hair brushed the smooth curve of her neck, caressing the soft skin, so tender...<br/>Bronwyn forced herself to turn completely around and face away from Tara. The bloodlust was rising, and the vampire needed to get out of the inn and hunt before did something she would keenly regret.<br/>Running her fingers through her longish red hair, she headed for the door.<br/>"G'night to ya, Tara. Until the morrow." she called over her shoulder.<br/>Once outside, Bronwyn quickly found a dark alley and checked to make sure she was unobserved. Once she was sure, she sprang up and easily pulled herself onto the roof of some nameless building. Silently traversing the rooftops, Bronwyn thought about the unusual group that had collected under the roof of the Ursaline Guest House.<br/>Sean Malloy, a Chicago detective dancing dangerously close to a world he had no idea existed. Bronwyn wished the man would let it go at terrorists and go back to his safe, normal, human life. She didn't think that was going to happen, however. Men like Malloy were unshakable. She hoped it didn't come down to death to dislodge this one. His.<br/>And Wolf... Bronwyn wondered what had happened to<span style="font-style: italic">that</span>singular male. He didn't seem to know much of anything about his past. She wondered why he had taken on the name 'Wolf'... or if he remembered his real name, Malachai. She wasn't sure if his seeming amnesia was good or bad... or if it was constructed or accidental. She could think of plenty of people who would love to have Malachai out of the way. Preferably dead, she was sure, but out of commission was almost as good. Maybe even better, if he was open to suggestion. Bronwyn shook her head and took a deep breath of the fragrant night air. The man was the next thing to a loose cannon.<br/>And that spunky little innkeeper, Tara. Bronwyn's mouth watered at the thought. She wondered how Tara would react if she knew the manner of beings she was sheltering within the walls of her beloved inn. Something told her that Tara's reaction would probably surprise her.<br/>In the streets and alleyways below, humans walked, oblivious to the fact that they were being stalked by a creature of the night. Innocents alongside criminals... violent criminals if she were lucky. Those were the easiest to spot and track. They also went down the hardest.<br/>Bronwyn's smile was slow and hungry. The hunt was on.