Haizel stumbled clumsily away from the man, off balance by his sudden push against her body. Her thoughts had been elsewhere, not noticing the obvious signs of an ambush; the rustling she should have been keen towards. She attempted to brush it off, though failed, feeling lousy instead. She began backing away, watching as the werewolves pursued the mysterious man, the one who was now so eager to protect her.<span style="font-style: italic">What is it that he wants from me...</span>She thought, confusion swirling through her mind. She was pulled away from her thoughts, the man's yelling seeming urgent, to leave to his car. She felt at odds, knowing with her enhanced skills she could help him, though the thought of killing her own kind repulsed her.<br/><br/>Haizel turned away, heeding the command the man had given her. She quickening her pace, her body jumping with each shot that was fired, bringing a few droplets of tears to her face. She made it to the end of the block, turning the corner quickly, eager to lengthen the distance between her and the group. She stopped, noticing a car left along the side of the road. She looked around before deciding the owner must be to the scarred man. She grazed her hand along the side, taking note of the curves that wrapped it's way around the frame. She assumed it must be an older model, the looks not matching the other hover cars that were around the city.<br/><br/>She felt at odds, the man was not one she knew. She turned around, finding her way into a store quickly finding the likes of a pen and paper. She wrote across the paper, her calligraphy light and looping along many of the right places, "It seems as though you have left me with questions. 1 o'clock tonight, along the outskirts.   -Haizel"<br/><br/>She signed her first name larger than the rest, the words ever so slightly smudged by her left hand. She left her note folded and tucked underneath the windshield wiper, moving slightly as the wind hit it. She turned away, breaking into a steady run, deciding to leave the car behind; a better decision, as it was obviously outdated to begin with. She jumped up, twisting as her lithe form was replaced with her wolf one, landing front paws first with a thump. She continued in a fast run, leaving the town behind her tail.