Taryn was overwhelmed by need as his masculinity flowed around her. She was not fearful of his rage for she recognized it as love and concern. There was no time for outrage as she fell down into his emerald eyes. He commanded respect, fear and obedience.<br/><br/>"There is a document inside my jacket," She said, not breaking eye contact. " I'm going to reach for it." Slowly, she raised her hand, careful to show him it was empty. Just as slowly, she reached inside the flak jacket and pulled out a tattered parchment.<br/><br/>"This is your only warning and last chance to leave. The Cotl are coming. Signed a friend."<br/><br/>Raschen snatched it from her, clamping the other paw over her mouth. Taryn held still, only her eyes searching him, looking for the lover and friend she had known. This deadly Beastkin was foreign to her.<br/><br/>Jax joined them, his hand on his knives, watching Taryn for clues for his response. Her eyes frantically raced back and forth in an imitation of a head shake. Then she flashed Raschen with a glance. Jax nodded.<br/><br/>"Waiting your orders, sir." he said, softly but formally.