Haizel agreed, her voice just barely catching at her words; the thought of leaving her pack still circling in her mind, bringing sadness to her heart. They walked to the castle together, once again quiet for the trip; the sound of the nocturnal animals their only companion. She breathed in the cold air, shivering as the night drew older. She could just make out the stone skeleton as the castle neared, leaving an eerie portrayal in the depths of the shadows. She continued to stare at it, feeling the loss already, an ache in her chest beginning to form. She may never again see this place. She looked at Heck, "Russia. When I was young, people were already scared of the country...maybe people still don't like to go." She shrugged her shoulders at the thought as she walked away, not positive of the politics.<br/><br/>The night was still young as she awoke Thomas, greeting him quietly as she asked him to create new identification cards. She leaned against a chair as she watched over him. She had snapped a picture of Heck, and it was now shown on a screen as Thomas prepared it. "Can you change some key facial features on the cards? Maybe this will help keep it more undetected." Thomas nodded his head as he continued working. She watched as her face came up on the screen, her striking grey eyes stood out from her face. "Change my eyes....and my hair." Thomas looked up at her, "Too?"   "Brown.." She sighed, not excited about the change.<br/><br/>Haizel left Thomas to his own accord and focused on getting packed. She was lucky to have had her master keys with her, as she handed them to Heck, directing him to the dungeon where his gear would have been kept. She stood, staring at her reflection in the mirror; her usual stark white hair now replaced with a mousy brown, short and just grazing her shoulders. It was a wig as she did not have the heart to change the colour permanently; though she new it may not be possible, a flaw from the experiences that had been laid upon her. She pushed contacts into her eyes and the blue glow disappeared behind them, replaced with a dark brown. She dared not to stare longer, feeling uncomfortable in her own skin.<br/><br/>She pulled out an old case, stuffing it with wads of money they kept before studying her clothes. She sorted and picked only the ones that looked plain and simple; dresses with no special significance and seemingly low costs. "Where do you think you're going?" Haizel whipped her head around, only to be met with Aetheir's deathly gaze as he stood against the side of the closet's door frame. She stared as he slowly approached her, "Let me guess. Running away with this filthy human" She backed away slowly before feeling the wall behind her, forcing her to stand still as he continued, his face a few centimeters from her, his voice a harsh whisper, "You know....everything was just dandy until you brought him here. In MY castle." He pushed his finger into her before turning away, "Thinking you're so special, that you can DO anything, JUST because you were one of the first to survive when changing forms. Oh look at me, I'm so perfect." He spun around, pushing his hands against her shoulders, forcing her hard against the wall. She lost her breath, surprised by his actions. She stood there in silence as he began changing forms, his human body becoming replaced by a much larger version. He grew taller as he stood against her, pushing his weight onto her. He exposed his teeth, the rage building in him as he snarled at her, a growl still emulating at the back of his throat, vibrating her very being.<br/><br/>"You've got it all wrong. It's just..." She stopped as his claws connected with her face. She quickly put her hand to her face, her mouth open in surprise; the pain still climbed through her muscles, the blood dripped through her fingertips. She ducked away from his grasp, ignoring him as she grabbed her bag, filling it with her bow and a gun she wasn't sure she may need. She bolted out of the room, her blood leaving a trail on the castle floors as she made her way out. She met Thomas, finding him holding the cards. She thanked him for his help before bidding him goodbye and rushing to meet Heck.<br/><br/>Haizel met Heck at the bottom of the stairs, hoping he would not stare at her for her new look at the blood that was still caked to her face. "I didn't know what to bring" She said, looking down at her bag and back up to him, seeming lost. "Should we bring food?" She looked at the cards in her hand. Our new names are, "Jacqueline Hyeth and Brett......oh, Hyeth. I guess we're married. We werewolves have no taste in names...Is that alright?" She looked up at him, searching his eyes.