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"Thank you", she said before he left. Snow then looked at the silver coins, slightly cautious about them. She only just been rescued from being shot with a silver bullet and now there was silver coins and a silver key in her room. The almost white haired girl kept her distance as she felt the draining energy. She then used the sleeve of her shirt to pick up the coins and add it to her small pouch of other coins that she collected for emergencies. However, didn't know what to do with the key. "Hopefully it won't do much harm", she mumbled to herself.

Snow then reached for her bag to take out the letter that warned her about her clan. "I wonder who wrote this... Surely a Werewolf couldn't know something from the Silver-Blade Knights. There security is too strict". She then thought of Andrew on how helpful he was to rescue her and to even rent her a room. Although she wasn't too keen about taking the medicine; he was only trying to help. But when she saw the other human male companions that knew him. She swore that the man that spoke to him almost called him sir, which is rare to call travel companions formally. They had to be high class people, especially since they had medicine and extra money with them.

The most important part though was that they dressed like poor people, but they obviously aren't poor at all. She also did smell more metal on them, which worried her. The teens head then felt dizzy with all of the questions and decided to rest. Suddenly, as she climbed under the bed covers, she heard a familiar Wolf howl. A Werewolf howl, and it sounded rouge. She knew what the Werewolf said, "Blood!" They found her blood and they knew her scent. She was now in even more danger then she thought that she possibly considered.