<span style="font-size: 85%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #CCCCFF">If his words didn't strike some fear into her, the sight of a gun sure as hell did. Yes, she'd seen them before, used one once; but that was a long time ago. The thought that something was going to happen, something to disturb the peace in the little town that she called home, was frightening. But what did he mean by /hunter/? Was it from the pack that he said had been hunting him? Or was it someone completely different? There was no way to tell. He'd given her a choice. While a hard one, she knew she couldn't just leave him alone to fight this on his own. Walk away and forget she ever met him? That wasn't possible. If she walked away now, she'd worry for who knew how long about Warren, wonder what happened to him, if he'd survive whatever was coming on his own.<br/><br/>Taking a deep breath, she nodded, suddenly looking serious. "I'd feel horrible leaving you right now. Honestly, I may not be the best choice to have in a fight against anything, but I'm willing to try and help," she said. If he trusted her, then.... "What do we have to do?" Something told her that going back to her place now was not an option.</span></span>