The again human and near-naked Rebecca agreed with the nun as the inky blackness of her Shapeshifter's Hide reformed her clothes. "The book is gone, and James managed to harm the demon. Hopefully, that will be enough to limit the damage he will cause to innocents." She was angry, furious with herself, her twisted to reflect the emotions she felt. Everything ran on high for her right now, but with a force of effort, she slumped her shoulders and ran her fingers through her hair with a sigh. "Chelsea. What about her?"
She supposed they couldn't exactly leave her. The woman was a danger to James since they knew her. His identity had been erased by the government, but coming back again alive in walking in front of people who knew, and knew of the supernatural, spelled all kinds of dangers. And not just for him, feeling the residual but fading animal inside of her growl protectively. "Your thoughts, James?"