CHAPTER 4: WERE…WHAT?

The ambulance arrived in a matter of minutes. Flavia chose not to ride with her brother, letting Calleigh go instead. She needs it more than I do.

Eric and Tim followed them, riding in Horatio's car. Flavia squatted near the wolf; only a few agents still protected the scene.

-Guys, I think we have a werewolf here. –

Flavia heard sharp intakes of breath.

-Werewolves? In Miami? That's… crazy!-

-The evidence says otherwise. -, Flavia said, moving aside so that all the men could see the transformation: the body shrunk in size and were once was the wolf now laid a boy, no more than sixteen.

-Someone would want to take his fingerprints…-, Flavia muttered, examining the boy's face. Ispanic was her first guess, very untidy and probably poor too, but strangely well fed and… muscular. They all tend to be after awhile… but maybe the explanation is another?

-I'll take care of that, sugar. –

Startled, Flavia lifted her gaze to the African American woman who had quietly approached, a skinny woman with high cheekbones and long, straight black hair styled into a ponytail.

-I take it you're the ME?-, the redhead asked, lifting herself up.

-That's me, honey. And you are…?-, the other woman replied.

-Flavia Caine, Supernatural Scientific Expert. The do-it-all, really…-

-It's a pleasure. Name's Alexx. Are you…?-

-His sister. –

-Oh. I'm sorry. I heard what happened on the radio. That's… incredible. –

-Yeah. And it's all my fault. First shoot, than ask questions… but I didn't do it. I wanted to please Horatio, play by the rules: ask, then, eventually, shoot. Damn. I messed up. Again. –

-Shh, honey. It wasn't your fault. Horatio'll be proud of you: you've probably saved his life. –

They started working in silence. Together, they took the boy's fingerprints and started examining his body. It was riddled with bullets.

-What the…!-, Alexx exclaimed. Before her own eyes, the bullets which were hammered into the flesh started erupting from the wounds, falling to the ground.

-His body's still trying to cure itself. Those are normal bullets, I mean, silver free. They don't damage werewolves much. –, Flavia explained, recording a video with her iPhone.

-I see…-

-Look, these are the mortal wounds. -, Flavia pointed to the head and the chest, which were heavily damaged.

-I think Calleigh centered the head. I'm responsible for the mess in his chest. My bullets explode into their bodies and release silver fragments and silver nitrate, to which werewolves are extremely allergic. These kind of wounds leave scars or… well, kill 'em. –

-Okay. What kind of internal wound should I expect?-

-Well, burnings. And early cauterization. –

-Cauterization?-

-Yes. They tend to recover damn quickly. Too bad. You saw that for yourself. –

-Clear. Okay, I'll handle it by myself. Why don't you go and see Horatio? I'll go this evening. –

-Okay. Thank you, Alexx. I like you already. –

-The feeling's mutual. Now go. –

-I'm going… see you later. –

After having snapped some more photos to both the bodies, Flavia went to retrieve her bike and sped towards Miami DAde General.