Travelling from the West side to the South side didn't take long at all, at least, not when she was on the bus. The young woman was sitting quietly in the back of a sleek town car. She had been doing business for Tetradore. It was quite simple. All she had to do was travel to their different business associates offices, speak kindly with them, ensure that they sign the documents, and of course â€" ensure that there is no trickery or funny business. The werewolf was absolutely through and overly detailed. She could remember precisely the terms that Tetradore had dictated to his associates, letting them be aware of what he expected and what he would only approve of. Of course there were times when she read over the documents that his terms were not met and discussions needed to be done. It was easy for others to see the woman as a demure and extremely kind woman. Although these traits were true, it was hard to believe that she could be just as ruthless as her Alpha. It was a side she hardly ever shown, but once she did the receiver wouldn't forget. It made her uncomfortable when she had to be like that, but she didn't want Tetradore to lose. Plus in her mind she assumed he depended upon her and she didn't want to let him down. The young woman had too much loyalty and too much respect to fail him.

With a heavy sigh she shook her head as the car began to exit the highway as they traveled onto the South side. Frost had given her only a week to collect all the money he wanted. It wasn't that difficult to get. A simple walk in the bank and a few transactions later it was all over. She had the money he wanted sitting in the navy bag resting on her lap. As the driver turned the air conditioning to a colder temperature she shivered for a moment, biting her lip as her mind tumbled down to that familiar painful sensation she felt when Frost had frozen her. No one could blame her for hardly trusting the man. Hell she wasn't even certain that this meeting would go well. Sitting right across from him at the café didn't really help her. Although she tried to be confident she was terribly worried that he would do something terrible to her again. After all he was the one that attacked her on her pack's territory. Feeling the car coming to a slow stop she looked outside noticing that they were a few blocks away from the spot where Frost told her to meet. Blue-grey shifted towards the rearview mirror, seeing the driver's piercing blue eyes meet her own. The two of them having a private conversation.

Grabbing the bag she opened the car door and stepped out onto the sidewalk. Slowly she pulled the navy blue backpack over her shoulders and settled the bag onto her back. Bending over slightly she grabbed the paper plate of chocolate and pumpkin brownies, the plastic ceramic wrap, over it. Quietly she walked down the street as she headed on foot to her final destination. Grabbing her phone from her back pocket she pressed her thumb onto the start button, noticing that she was a tiny bit early. Eventually after making a few turns she came up upon the street that Frost decided they should meet. She could hardly give him a grin of greeting. Instead she gave a silent nod extending the paper plate of brownies towards him, and easily using her shoulder and arm to slide off the backpack and handing it to him in the other bag. Blue-grey eyes would shift towards the bag lying on the ground, assuming it was just more money he had assembled. Her eyes would shift back towards him feeling a bit nervous and tense being around him.

Raven Clocksworth.