Grin spun to the source of the voices. And swore. She had been found, by people she did not want to see. There was a shuffling in the group of ten people, and three more came to the front, one was bloody and bruised, it only took her a second to realise who it was, Scout. Scout looked as if he had rolled around in a bin, then been attacked by an animal, he was dirtier then the alley they were in, and that was saying something.

"Scout Richard,  don't tell me you were caught off guard."

"Grizela West, don't tell me you were caught off guard." 

"If you would like to release that man and turn around and go away, that would be much appreciated." The white haired female said.

"And who do you think you are? This is not your city." The man at the front said, smirking, a name popped into Griz's head, John Roberts, head of a band of people you just did not want to meet, unless you wanted to be beaten up, or worse.

"Well, this is not your city either, so go away now, while you still can."

"You threatening me? Are you?" John took a step forwards, Griz took a few backwards, she saw Scout look between the two, before looking at the bold man, a tattoo forked at John's neck, the others in John's gang had similar tattoos, but were missing the middle line in the tattoo. 

"Let the man, Scout Richard, go."

"No one tells me what to do." John said, walking closer to the female. Four of John's guards walked behind, and movement from the corner of Griz's eye showed four of the giant wolves, in human form, approached, the red head, ginger, light brown and dark brown teenagers were walking towards the white haired female. "Let's teach these kids a lesson."

One of Scout's guards brought Scout to his knees before all but the one holding Scout stood behind John. Waiting for the command.

"What day is it?" Griz asked, hoping to divert everyone's attention.

"March the fourteenth, why?" The female said, not diverting her gaze from John.

"What time?"

"About three, I believe. Why?"

"Oops.

" Happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me. Happy birthday to me. Happy birthday to me." Griz sang quickly.

"Happy birthday." The black haired female said, and smiled, smiled. None smiled at the living corpse called Grizzela West, no one did, Scout may have given her the odd small smile every now and then, the librarian was the only one who properly smiled at her.

"Thank you?" 

"You're welcome."

For her birthday today, she had been given pretty much a death sentence, a book, and a smile from a stranger. The best day ever...

"Give us the girl." John said.

"What do you want with her?"

"She needs to pay for her crimes. I'll ask the same."

"Crimes? What has she done?"

The words sank into her. "She's a murderer."