A/N: Enjoy!

River chose to avoid going near Orange Crest; the wave of fear thrived just as strong even three days later. She hid carefully amongst the shadow, carefully avoided being seen by none other than Rafe. While in time, she would think of confessing to him of her ill intention to harm anyone – that feeling came brief. She ducked behind a sharp corner whenever a silver car passed by. She couldn't risk revealing herself to him and from recollecting, knew he had gone in a silver car. She waited near the postal office to wait for any sign of arriving inventory.

She grimaced as yet another hour passed that a truck had not arrived at the small postal office. River wanted to cross the street to wait impatiently at the door, that wasn't a good idea. She would make herself look a fool and would show that she was waiting for something important. River, after another half hour, started across the street.

"Yes, may I help you?"

River studied the small postal office with little interest. She nodded and politely approached the desk. The middle-aged man folded his hands. She immediately caught the scent of Loup-garoux. She found this to be rather pleasant. The Loup-garoux managed to live normal lives without so much as trouble from the Change. River couldn't say that her own were superior, by strength, perhaps, but not superior. Loup-garoux had been around for thousand of years whereas her own uncharted.

"Could you by any chance help me?" River loosened her coat. "I live at the Orange Crest Apartments." She caught his subtle reaction. "I can assume that no mail has been delivered in that area; could you please check to see if there is a letter for apartment three twenty-five."

The middle-aged man with his slightly spiked blonde hair gave her a smug grin. He would nod and turn to into the backroom. River waited patiently in hopes for receiving a letter. She walked to and fro within the small waiting room. No one else had come inside. River stood by the glass door to stare outside into the busy street. Life began to clear little by little; that by far, was good.

River's attention shifted when a clank of metal scrapped amongst common material. She had heard that sound one too many times from raids. The man held a gun to her. He had an accurate aim to her heart if she hadn't obliged to answer his questions. She arched a brow from his shaky mannerism.

"Apartment three twenty-five. Is that where you are staying, is that where you killed Dolores Rosin?"

River chuckled from the offense he gave her. She indeed lived in apartment three twenty-five of Orange Crest Apartments; but she didn't kill Dolores Rosin. She couldn't have said a better answer than no. The man was too crazed and frightened to ask any further questions.

"Being a Loup-garoux, I thought you had no fear."

The man began to lower the gun, still with accurate aim if threatened. "What do you know of Loup-garoux?" His eyes darkened.

"I can smell your fear. Its very potent." River implied as she walked to the opposite end of the counter. She hadn't been frightened of the gun as she thought she might have. "Now, did I have any mail or am I going to have to steal it from the back room. Its very important that I get my mail and its wrong to take it by force."

The man lifted the gun back up. River tilted her head slightly. She gradually lifted a hand to show she meant nothing.

"I mean no harm. I just want my mail."

"You think we'll let you walk around our city and kill whoever you please."

River grimaced. "I've told you I've done nothing wrong."

"You reek of blood."

"And, that exactly means what?"

"You murdered Dolores Rosin."

River shook her head. She tried with little patience to convince the postal worker that she did nothing of the sort; her temperament crumbling little by little. She wanted to get her mail and nothing more. He made that simple task very difficult. River tried again to convince him to give the mail she received.

"Look, I'm only here to get my mail and nothing more. You are the one appearing crazy, pointing a gun in my direction and spilling hideous lies."

The postal worker shook his head, brought the lever back and threatened to fire his gun. River took matters into her own hands. She leapt onto the counter as sideswiped the gun from his hand. Her eyes flared with magnificent power, threateningly shimmering a frost blue. She didn't need to grasp the Change to inhabit its power.

"I don't appreciate being threatened. I just came for my mail and it seems that I have to go behind your back to get it."

When the man turned, his eyes were white. He felt as though he needed to wait for the signal to change into his beloved form. River stood on her feet now. She lifted a hand as though to allow him to take his form. She anticipated it more than anything; partially, she was fascinated to see it.

"What is going on here?"

River turned to see that they were not alone. Rafe stood at the door, to his left, Gabriel.

"Lily, what are you doing here?"

River jumped down from the counter. "I came to get my mail. Apparently there is some new policy that has been forced. Everyone must be questioned first before getting his or her packages."

The postal worker climbed to his feet. He smoothed his shirt out and begrudgingly went to the backroom to get River her mail. Rafe approached her with a smile.

"You never showed up, beautiful. And, if your package was sent, you never received it."

River smiled very little. "I'm sorry, I had things to do. I had to sadly skip your invitation."

Rafe nodded. "Well, we'll have to reschedule sometime soon."

"Here you go, Ms." The postal worker handed River her mail. She took it generously and tucked it into her coat pocket. River nodded toward the postal worker, thanked him and made her way toward the exit.

River's eyes fell to Gabriel. She found herself warning her nature to calm. She was not well rested and seemed too sickly to start anything else other than to frighten the postal worker.

"Good day," Gabriel said to her, gallantly bowing his head in respect. River nodded then looked to Rafe. She gave him a little smile and went on her way outside.

When the postal office was free from River's presence, Gabriel turned to the worker, a fellow Loup-garoux.

"What happened here?"

Rafe went to the back of the counter and found the gun the worker possessed. He could hardly contain his laughter. He waved the gun. "Was that little minx that bad to have raised a gun to her person?"

The postal worker looked away. He wanted to sneer at the careless boy, the son of the pack leader; the only heir next to take control.

"Answer him." Gabriel went over to the glass doors to keep an eye outside.

"She asked to get her mail from three twenty-five Orange Crest." The man began to explain. "If you recall, and I have no doubt you've done, that that was where they discovered Dolores Rosin murdered. I had no choice but to use firm action, I asked questions. That girl said she had nothing to do with the murder."

"Coincidence, she was no where near Orange Crest. She wasn't anywhere near by. I should know. I didn't see or smell her."

The man grimaced. "Maybe you were thinking on different matters than important ones."

Gabriel turned his head slightly. His hands were comfortably resting in his pockets.

Rafe slid the gun on the counter and continued to look at the man. "Anything more from your mouth is less than important. What else happened before we came to your rescue?"

"She said that she knew I was Loup-garoux." He knew those words would be taken notice. "And, just before you came here, her behavior changed. Her voice changed, her eyes. . her eyes changed. There is something about that isn't right. She said she could smell my fear. What kind of girl could know that?"

Rafe straightened against the counter. He idly brushed his hand through his hand. "A Loup-garoux. You do realize that Loup-garoux is not just males, you stupid man."

"No, I know about the women. This was something different altogether. I know what my gut was telling me then. My lords, track that girl down. If you don't another murder will happen and they will return to finish us off."
"You are talking through ass, my friend. That woman is my toy, and I can tell you she is nothing special than that." Rafe explained as they began to leave.

Gabriel left first followed by son. They walked side by side to the silver car. Rafe looked around to see if Lily was anywhere near them. Her scent faded even though it still seemed near.

"What do you think? Do we go by that cod's stupidity or do we rely on our own research of this murderer?" Rafe asked his father.

Gabriel hadn't started the car. He leaned to the door in thought. His fellow Loup-garoux confessed that something wasn't right about that girl. Anyone else wouldn't have defended himself or herself so smartly, they would have coward or begged with fear to put the gun down. She didn't. She took matters into her own hands. She knew of Loup-garoux also; another question mark. He started the car.

"We'll go tonight."