Haizel left the pack to deal with the heap of killings they had just made, instead retreating to the inside of the castle away from the group. She pushed her door open and led herself into the room, closing the door the a small click. She had yet to throw clothes on and she caught sight of herself in the brassened mirror standing alone in the corner of her room. She stood there, her naked body looking back at her as she took in the image in front of her. Her eyes were and obvious contrast against her white hair, looking as if lightning was wrapped around her pupils. She twisted stands of her hair inbetween her fingers, taking in the shear length of it, as it had not always been. It was shiny, long, in choppy layers; healthy, looking as it had been unscathed from the fire that harmed her years ago. Though the scar along her arm didn't hold back any information. She turned away, distaste beginning to form in her mouth at the images she had seen earlier, only reminding her of how they had harmed her in the past; A world full of hate, free  no more, instead left to perish.<br/><br/>She disappeared into her closet and pulled on a loose, dark grey coloured dress, pulling on a jacket as well for warmth, with boots and leggings. She looked at herself in the mirror once more, satisfied that she was dressed as 'modern' as possible, hopefully matching the London locals.<br/><br/>Haizel made it outside, careful to miss anyone that approached her, not wanting to explain her whereabouts; her sudden interest in leaving so soon would spark questions. She made her way into the stables, finding her horse amongst the bundle of farm animals. She skipped saddling the large black horse and mounted him, taking off through the forest.<br/><br/>She made it through the forest rather quickly, as the area was not large; as the years before this depression had led a lot of construction. Much of which had been stopped abruptly, the funds gone. She dismounted her horse, now having made it to her destination. She tied up the horse, leaving a long rope, and made her way across the hardened dirt, looking at the road ahead of her. She found the pack's dark blue car, one they used to make it into the town; technology did not elude them, though instead was unappealing, though needed when trying to look inconspicuous from the government who tried to find them. She started the car; she knew it was called a Honda civic, though the year eluded her, the only information she needed was that it worked.<br/><br/>Haizel made it into town, parking her car in a subtle place before getting out, not wanting to draw attention to the fact she did not own a levitating car. It had been many years since her last trip into the town; preferring instead to stay away until just recently. She noticed she seemed slightly out of place, many of the people not looking as clean as she; instead having worn clothes. She kept her head down, hoping to disguise herself as an official as she scouted.<br/><br/>"Hello there sweetheart" She heard being said at her, she looked up, seeing the reddened fur of a werewolf. She smiled slightly at the fellow werewolf, slightly disgusted, "Absolutely not" She said as she continued walking.