CAL POV

I didn't hear our client, Fridolf Ulric, till he repeated the question. "Mr. Leandros, would you like some water?"

I raised my eyes out of my stupor, " Um. Yes," and after a quick look glare from my brother, I added, "Please."

The slightly muscular man hobbled over to an alcove kitchen, grabbed a glass, and filled it with ice and tap water. He turned and walked back through the doorway and over to the couch I was sitting in. He handed me the glass and I thanked him politely. This earned a small smile from Niko. Manners always did. The man sank into the spot next to me and ran his hand through is messy untamed dirty blond hair. His eyes were amber brown and he had a short beard growing. He looked more like a tired father than a bloodthirsty monster. But then again, so did I. Appearances can be deceiving.

"We heard the basic story from Delilah, but it would be important to our investigation if you can go over it briefly with us," Niko said.

Fridolf nodded and shifted forward on the sofa to reach in his back pocket. He pulled out a worn wallet. He flipped it open casually, an action he must have done thousands of times. He showed us the picture inside. It was a picture of a girl, no more than 16 years old. She had straight blond hair down to her chest, amber brown eyes, a track shirt and a runners build to go with it. A fancy water bottle holder was slung over one shoulder.

"My daughter," Fridolf said. "She went missing two days ago. I don't-" he stuttered, "I don't know what to do."

My brother gave him a moment to recover his composure. I slowly sipped my water glass and focused my gaze elsewhere. It was uncanny to see a werewolf break down. So uncanny in fact, that I would probably never see it again in my life. As far as supernatural monsters go, they're pretty prideful.

I was feeling a little antsy, and apparently my brain never got the memo when I said, "She's a werewolf isn't she? It wasn't a human kidnapper then, she would have torn him a new one."

Niko shot me a look and my mouth stopped moving.

Instead of slapping me like any sane person, Fridolf merely said, "Yes. That is why I called you two. My daughter is quite capable of taking care of herself in most circumstances. She would have called my cell if she were staying over at a pack member's house."

"Which means," Niko said, "Either the assailant was non-human or she left of her own accord."

"That is the conclusion I reached as well," Fridolf affirmed.

"You mentioned some behavioral oddities to Delilah," Niko inquired.

Fridolf frowned, making his wrinkles on his forehead stand out quite visibly and emphasize his age. "Over the past few weeks, Luna has been acting strange. It started off with little things, like more hours training for long distance running competitions and mouthing back. However, recently she has been getting angry over the littlest things. I passed it off as a wolf thing. I thought she was just getting older and restless. But," he looked down and twiddled his thumbs slowly, "But then some of the pack members started commenting on it. We wolves, we're not that violent towards our own pack. It isn't our nature."

Never catching a hint, Niko asked, "What happened?"

Fridolf bowed his head and muttered softy through clenched teeth, "She attacked a human in broad daylight."

There was silence.

"One of the pack, the second in command was there, and managed to get her out of public view before she changed, but," his voice broke, "Something is wrong with my little girl." His face fell into his hands, "Please, help me."

Ten minutes later, I thanked the distraught father for the water and left his home with Niko.

We got in the car and buckled up. I didn't even put up my usual 'seatbelt' fight. I was too disturbed. Werewolves shouldn't cry – It was too creepy.

Niko affirmed my thought, "Wow." Apparently, even he was flabbergasted. A second later he reached in his pocket and took out his phone.

"Who are you calling," I asked.

"Robin," he replied shortly as he glanced in the car's mirror and began to back out. "He has some contacts in the police. I can call and ask him to give me a ring if any cops catch wind of any violent crimes or behavior. Robin can also get us an APB on someone matching her description."

"This is why you're in charge Nik, " I chided, "Cus you've got all the brains." I made a dopey–zombie face and said, "Brainnssss."

Niko smacked me softly on the back of my head. "That is childish even for your standards."

I laughed.

Niko's attention snapped to the phone. I figured that Robin had picked up. "Yeah, Robin, it's me. I need some of your sources in the NYPD to help me find our client's daughter." Niko relayed the details to Robin and I settled into my seat.

Niko hung up and spoke to me without looking away from the road. "Cal, you should call Delilah. See if she can get in contact with this girl's pack. They might be able to find her faster than us, or maybe give us some ideas where she likes to hang out."

"I'll do it when we get home," I said.

"Lazy," he reprimanded me, "Do it now or you'll never get around to calling her."

I groaned and started dialing her number.

"We'll start looking for her tomorrow before you go in for work. I'm off, so it shouldn't be a problem."

"Nik, do we have too! You know I'm not an early riser!"

He ignored my last comment and said, "Be ready at 5am for your morning run, then we'll start checking the locations from Delilah."

Delilah answered the phone and I asked her about our client's daughter.


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Here is another quick update. I'm trying to finish these as fast as possible. I don't want to get bored, because bored=lazy.

Anyways, please review! Thanks.

-Airyie