Delilah woke at the sound against her window. She opened her eyes, stared at the window, and grabbed her wand from beneath her pillow before she sat up slowly and walked toward it, her wand ready as she cast a spell on the window so she could see out but the unwanted visitor's view would remain obscured. Or the tree, Delilah thought dismissively. After all, things were much less exciting in this day and age. Aside from stressful disappearances, murders, and people who weren't who they seemed, things were pretty safe and mundane. Much to her surprise, it was a paper she saw. Still, she took caution to peer out in the distance as far as she could see for any signs of shadow or movement. Satisfied, she opened the window, let the paper in, then closed the window and locked it again.
Delilah snatched the folded paper off her bed as soon as that was settled and sat down, pulling the covers over her legs as she turned on a light and began to read. The scrawl belonged to Teague, she was sure of it, if only from the fact she had seen it several times while working as his press secretary. She had no idea it could possibly be any more disheveled looking, but the sight worried her even before she read, especially as she realized what sort of "ink" Teague had used. The first sentence caught her attention, and she quickly finished it and set it down beside her. She wanted to scream as she stared heatedly at the wall, but she didn't. She needed to be more proactive than that. After all, it was about a month too late to worry about the powder being unsafe. Teague's lack of knowledge of that fact only told Delilah they were keeping them separate.
Delilah swallowed and returned her gaze to the letter then stood. She didn't care if it was the middle of the night. She needed to find Soren and Julian and get to work. Hunt was their only link down below now, and he was an important one at that. She had to be smart about this, and step one in being smart was admitting she'd need help. The Garou and the surprise of rune use ought to be enough. As well as some Death Eater interaction, but first? First, she would meet with the two men. They needed a plan and solidarity. If she had the Garou she had once tortured into submission, she had part of the battle won.
Delilah walked with purpose to the closet, slid the panel door open, and grabbed out the first shirt and pants she found then her robe. Before she even had a chance to put them on, Delilah sent off her patronus to summon Julian with instructions on where to meet her: Garou territory. Be smart, she warned in the closing of the message. I'll tell them you're coming, but they won't be friendly.
It took a few moments longer to toss the clothes on over the boxers and tank top she had been sleeping in and just like that she was gone, reappearing in a dark field with nothing but her wand to light her way.