Placate her lover.

Crawling on hands and knees Freya moved to her lover, who only glared at her. Gently climbing his legs, she began nuzzling into his taunt stomach, to let him know that she still belonged to him.

Her mate glared at her for another moment, before glancing up at the other two. She could tell he was considering their new found strength. Their were now four of them. One was a brute, big and strong, the other fast, and lethal. They were ideal, and while they were not servants per say, they were now allies.

Finally his anger relented, and he fisted her hair, pulling her to her feet, and greeting her with a lusty kiss. The two intertwined for a moment threatening to loose control once more. Finally he pulled back, and turned, heading for the door.

Freya followed her mate, the boomer, and the hunter followed her. The four of them, her mate leading, exited the side door, as they had intended. Getting out into the brisk night, she heard something cough, and saw her mate tense, glaring up at the fire escape.

A figure stood two levels above them, looking down at them. It looked like a normal man, tall, a little lanky. He had long brown hair, cascading of her his pale features. What she really noticed was his abnormally large tongue hanging down a foot outside of his mouth.

Upon seeing her its tongue lengthened slightly, and it seem to drool a little. It was clearly attracted to her, as the others had been, though it was almost as disturbing as the boomer was in appearance.