Rosalie complied and held the girl until Adrian was finished changing and have her back to him when he was done. She winced as he punched the stranger in the stomach and for a second, felt a pang of pity and remorse. The punch couldn't have felt pretty, especially one delivered by Adrian, but the slight guilt soon faded as she remembered Hide on the cold ground, half choking on his own blood. 

She walked behind both of them until they got back to the apartments, going inside and walking straight to her room. She might have been mad, but she wasn't heartless. If the girl was to face Jethro, she should at least do it clothed. Rose grabbed a pair of sweats and a t-shirt and made her way back to where the suspect sat, stopping a few feet from Adrian. "Don't try and stop me. I'm not going to let her stay like that.... Be it part of our way of life, it's still degrading..... especially being a girl." Rose knew all too well of how it felt to be degraded and treated like trash in her life before the pack, mainly because her pride was too strong and she never gave up or gave in to those demanding her. 

"Here." She walked up to the girl, handing her the clothes. "I know I'm shorter, but that's the least of matters. They should fit you otherwise." Her voice sounded foreign to her. Ever since she had been taken in, her voice had been soft and full of compassion. Her voice now was steely, cold with the anger that she felt from wanting to get vengeance for Hide. "I'll be right back." She glanced at Adrian before turning around and walking out of the apartment, down the stairs and back outside to where it all began. The smell of blood and the strangers scent still filled the area, as well as Hides scent, but now there own scents intermingled. There was nothing different, no unregistered scent. Rose tried to find anything she had missed before jumping to the assumption but nothing else came up. Kiara had by now gone inside, with the help of Roman, to try and help Hide. Being the scout, she decided she should give the perimeter a walk through, hoping her keen senses would pick something up that the others would have normally missed. 

"Nothing..." she told herself confused, once she had made her way back to the the door. "This is weird..." Other than their own scents and the stranger, there was nothing else. She found this eerie and it sent chills up her spine. Her phone vibrated in her bag that was on her left arm along with her jacket. She checked and nearly threw it at the nearby wall. Four missed calls from work and seventeen texts. [I] Family emergency. Needed to go to hospital. I'll be at work next week as promised.' [/I] Rose had taken a few days off before Friday to get ready for the full moon, Friday itself, and a few days after. 

"There's nothing out there." She sounded frustrated and almost scared. "I don't know what to make out of it." She walked over to an old couch and plopped down, her mind running through the scents and around the perimeter.