A hard rain fell outside the small roadside dinner, making the late summer evening into a dark night.  Kendra shivered as she peered out the windows.  Her short summer dress and brown hoodie were still damp from being caught out in it, after her car broke down a mile back.  She shivered and lifted a cup of steaming coffee to her lips.<br/><br/>A tired, disinterred waitress walked by and sniffed at her.  All she'd had was a piece of pie and a cup of Joe.  She crust still sat uneaten on the table.  The waitress probably did not expect much of a tip out of her, and with only ten dollars to her name remains, she would be right.<br/><br/>She was supposed to meet someone here. Someone who could help.  He or she was late though.  Alfred had not been to specific, before helping her escape from Diego's clutches.  She hoped he was O.K.  Helping her was dangerous enough.  Diego did not like disloyalty, or any infringement on his rights as alpha male of the Dakota pack.<br/><br/>Kendra was a slender, attractive woman with long slightly curly black hair and lightly mocha skin.  It was unclear if she was Black, White or Native American, but she had a look which suggested all three.<br/><br/>She reached down and picked up the pie crust with her fingers.  It was not home made, for sure.  She was guessing that the dinner heated up each piece in the microwave.  It was food though, and she was starving.  Ten dollars would not take her much further, but she was going to have to break down and buy a burger, if she was going to survive.  Hunger was... dangerous for her.<br/><br/>The only other patrons were a couple of tired truckers.  One of them, dressed in a jacket with torn off arms and with black tattoos, kept staring over at her.  She tried to ignore him, not wanting to attract any more attention that she needed too.  If she had to deal with him, she knew that her new strength would suffice, but it would be... messy.  She did not need messy when she was running for her life from Diego's wolves.