Lillian looked at him before he would answer and his eyes were familiar. It took a moment from her time to recognize him as the GM that had given her a chance to leave, and a flash back came by. It was a night like any others, she was not able to turn yet and was sleeping peacefully in her bed. No care in the world to trouble her mind or haunt her dreams until the alarm went of inside the pack house. She had woken up and like the instructions her father and mother had given her countless times, she had dressed up quickly and put on her hiking shoes. A backpack stood in her closet, packed with clothes and some items to be able to survive the wilderness in case of emergencies.

She had run down the stairs and saw how her the warriors of her pack had already shifted, including her father and mother. They each bumped their heads against her and licked her hands. A simple goodbye. She walked to the group of teenagers around her age, together they would head for the mountains and live there until either they would be able to shift and go their own way or a adult would come to get them. It was all planned out after the first GM's had appeared. They heard shots and that was their call to leave, so they did. From a backdoor, the teenagers and younger kids left the pack house.

Most of her friends ran and kept running, not looking back. She had, together with one other teenager, taken responsibility over the younger kids and they used to fighting to hide. After reaching the forest, there was a hidden path that would lead to the mountains. They had just stood in front of the passage way when she had heard a wolf growling behind her. She had turned around, in a protective stance for the pups behind her. She stared at the wolf and he had stared back at her. When he nodded his head, she knew they could leave. She urged the kids to go when suddenly a different GM charged at her and the group. She thought she was dead when the wolf that was letting her go, suddenly charged at his own companion. She took the time that they were fighting to leave with the kids.

After that, years had passed. Most of the teenagers left after they could shift, some stayed but the moment a GM had found their scent, they left. She was the only one that looked at the kids as much as possible but eventually she had failed her task. It had taken her a lot of time to get over that but she had.

She was surprised to say the least that after all those years he stood in front of her again. She listened to what he said and found it weird that he would not attack her or try to kill her. ''Hmpf'' was the only sound she made at first and rolled her eyes. ''It is rare to hear your kind talk, but hey.. Go ahead and search around the town if you feel like wasting your time'' she said with a little smile. She turned around and started to walk away from him. ''I know you kill my kind.. Difference mister.. You were made, I was born. So to me, you are a different kind, not just a different breed'' she said and her voice wasn't deadly or dangerous but full of sarcasm and sounded sharp-witted.