"So, what kind of Wesen are you?" Nick asked. "It's fine if you don't want to say it. Most Wesen run from me when they learn that I'm a Grimm." He added.

"Half Fuchsbau, half Blutbad." Zoella replied without looking at him.

"Anything else?" Nick said sounding somewhat surprised.

"My mom was a Fuchsbau and my dad was a Blutbad.

"Normally, a Blutbad would kill a Fuchsbau, right?"

"Well, my dad was a Wieder Blutbad." Nick nodded understandingly.

"My boyfriend, Jack, is a normal human. That's why I initially didn't want to date him. One day, I finally told him that I was a Wesen. He could speak German so he thought I'd gone insane. After I'd explained, he understood and insisted that he remain with me." Nick began remembering Juliette. It was surprising that she was able to convince her boyfriend that she was a wolf/fox like creature.

"Uh, the victim's family's house is the other way."
"Officers are there already."

"Then where are we going?"

"Spice shop."

Rosalee could smell someone. She could smell Nick. However, she could tell there was another scent. A scent of Blutbad and a scent was Fuchsbau.

"Monroe, you smell that?"

"Yup. We ought to go check it out."

The approached the counter and saw an unknown brunette following closely behind Nick. Using instinct, they lunged for the brunette. Apparently, she knew some form of fighting other than the normal way a Fuchsbau or a Blutbad would. She outmaneuvered both Monroe and Rosalee.

"Hey, cut it out!" Nick yelled while pushing Rosalee and Monroe away from the brunette, who began turning pale.

"Guys, this is Zoella Greenfield. She's the new detective at the Portland PD. She's a half Fuchsbau half Blutbad." Nick introduced Mackenzie to Monroe and Rosalee.

"Uh... Hi... Sorry we ambushed you. My name's Rosalee and this is Monroe." Rosalee apologized and introduced her to herself and Monroe while the latter was looking at the scratch he got when she scratched him.

"...Hello..." Zoella muttered in between gasps. Judging by her face and body, Monroe could guess she was about 29 or 30. Her eyes were wide and filled with fear. Her hands were shaking but soon stopped.

"So, what Wesen did you encounter today? Well, other than the new agent that we have recently met." Monroe asked.

"A jackal like Wesen. That ring any bells?"

"My god..." Mackenzie thought out loud.

"What?" Nick questioned.

"I think you're dealing with a Schakal." Monroe said.

"Anyone notable?"

"I've never actually met him personally." Mackenzie said.

"Who?" Rosalee asked.

"... My brother." With that statement, everyone stared at her jaws wide open.