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For your reference: I do not know Australia's name so I'm simply calling him Oz.

Chapter 4

Arthur sighed as he entered the police center, noticing the almost full moon. There were not a lot of people around working, which did not surprise him since it was getting late, and meant that he was able to locate the group in question relatively easily. All he had to do was weave his way through the desks to the group.

The group consisted of officer Jones, who was talking to a smaller boy wrapped in a blanket and a woman who had several bandages over her body but still seemingly alright. Arthur could not help but notice the worried, wolf-ears on the boys head and the curious ones on the woman's. Once he reached the group, he introduced himself to the two, explained that they might be able to help him with his case, and began to ask them questions.

From the questions, Arthur was able to learn what happened, that they were attacked by a creature matching the same one Gilbert said attacked Roderick only a day before, and that while Feliciano only got a glimpse of the attacker he seemed absolutely certain that it had to have been a werewolf.

"And what makes you so sure that it was a werewolf, if you don't mind my asking," Arthur asked at this point.

"I-I don't know, I mean what else could it be? I guess it's just this feeling," Italy answered, only to then watch as Arthur smirked in silent thought. And the others thought that he was wrong, they were probably just trying to think he was wrong for the fun of it. A question than came to him.

"And the werewolf, did it attack you too?" Arthur asked, thinking back to the ears on the boy's head.

"Vee, no, just Mr. Edelstein and Elizabeta. Why…you don't think it's going to come back for me do you?" the boy asked, suddenly trembling with nervousness.

"So you have not been attacked at all?" Arthur asked again instead of answering the question right away.

"No, of course not. I mean, sometimes my older brother when I act stupid but I really would not call that attacking or-," Feliciano rambled in a flustered way.

"Thank you Mr. Vargas, that's what I needed to know. As for your question, I honestly don't know, but it might be best if you go someplace safe for the next couple days just in case. But before you go, did any of you two see anything else out of the ordinary?" Arthur asked.

Elizabeta shook her head, only thinking about the weird, naked man she ended up fighting against. Feliciano thought for a moment before slowly nodding his head and saying, "After the fighting, I saw a really big dog covered in scars."

Arthur looked slightly worried after hearing this news, but did not ask any further questions on it. Instead, he thanked the two of them and allowed them to leave, himself pausing for the questions he knew Alfred would have for him.

"Werewolf huh, you sure take the weird ones. I mean, that's definitely something we didn't go over in police school," Alfred commented.

"Well, there's a reason you guys give me the weird cases," Arthur muttered.

"And I always thought that werewolves killed their prey, except for pretty girls and kids. Or at least that's what happens in the movies," Alfred commented more, earning a nod and agreement from Arthur. From the looks of it, it was almost like they were recruiting, but why do that now and here?

"So how are you going to stop this? Wooden stake-firing crossbow or something?" Alfred asked with a slight laugh.

"Wooden stakes are for vampires you git, I would need to use silver to kill it, or fire, or another werewolf I guess. Two things are for certain now though, first is that there are more than one werewolf, and secondly I will need to know more about what they're planning to stop them," Arthur answered.

With this said, Arthur said his goodnight and headed back to his house. The door was locked like how he left it, but he could tell that someone had been inside, making him sigh and call out for Peter; only to receive no response. As he partly expected, the bottle of silver ink he caught the boy with earlier was gone from its place, but he could get it back from him later. In the mean time, he had plenty of theories to work through.

Arthur had thought long into the night about what the others had told him, and the part about the weird, scar-covered dog kept popping into his mind. He remembered hearing something about a dog matching that description somewhere, but it had been so long ago that he could not remember all of the details. He was fairly certain that he knew where to get answers, however.

Following the decision to learn more about a certain dog's attack, Arthur went to the animal control office where he met a young man simply called Oz. He was the head of animal control, an energetic man who loved and seemed interested in all animals. If there was any chance of finding out about a certain animal in the city, he would know.

"Hello, can I help you," Oz asked happily upon walking out of the back room and noticing Arthur enter; bringing in the momentary noise of many animals with him.

"Yes, I'm on a certain case and needed to ask about a certain…odd animal," Arthur answered.

"Odd huh, the only odd animal I've seen lately is this bear cub which floats and says weird things like 'I'm hungry' or 'hi, I'm Matthew,'" Oz explained, sitting by his desk.

"That is odd, but not the thing I'm looking for. I'm here about a large dog with scars on its back. If I remember right, a dog matching that description attacked someone a while back," Arthur responded.

"Let me check," Oz answered, typing away at his computer as he looked for any record of such a dog attacking. After several minutes, the source was found causing Oz to say, "Here it is! A large, saggy, brown dog with scars covering its back attacked two children. But according to the date that dog would have died a long time ago."

"Really," Arthur stated, more disappointed than surprised. If it was a normal dog than he might have been able to chalk the notion to coincidence, but if it should be dead by now than it may have really been a werewolf which left than now returned. He then continued to ask, "How old is the accident?"

"By tomorrow it'll be 18 years ago," Oz answered, earning a nod from Arthur.

"And can you tell me who the victims were?" Arthur asked.

"Their names aren't posted, but it says that the attack happened by that old children's home. Don't know if that helps you or not. Why are you looking into a dog attack anyways?" Oz explained then asked curiously. It was not often that a strange detective came to his office for something like this.

"I'm afraid I can't talk about the case while on it, you understand. Thanks for the time," Arthur hastily answered.

"Sure, anytime," Oz answered distractedly due to a rather loud crash from the back room, causing him to rush in to see what was trying to escape now as soon as Arthur closed the front door.

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