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I feel it deep within.

Nate sighed into his drink, wondering how to absorb the new information his mind was delved into. Werewolves. What else could be real? His world felt tilted on its axis as he started to connect many dots together he wouldn't have dreamed conceivable before. Monsters were real, or at least werewolves were. Why think the rest were far fetched also? And why his team? If anything, he'd think one of them would already know about the world of supernatural or be in it. But no, they all were just as oblivious as him. Maybe too busy being thieves to open their mind to something outside of thieving. For all he knew, he could be encountering the supernatural every day. Who were they? Where were they? Why his team? Nate guessed it was bound to happen sooner or later. But why Eliot? The strong hitter was falling apart and the team was shaken. How do you cure something like this? It was true that the team was too in shock and hoped the assumptions to be lies after Eliot came out of that warehouse a month ago. It was crazy, but still tipping on the realm of reality. It wasn't till Nate heard Eliot's screams of agony and horrified confusion, did he think that maybe Eliot hoped it was all a dream too. Why wouldn't he? Eliot may have made a few jabs about his 'Eliot signal' being a wolf, but it was unlikely he knew the horrid foreshadowing he caused on himself. Nate didn't believe Eliot liked being what he now was. A monster? No, Nate could never think of him like that. But what would this change? Nate knew that fate seemed to strike with a vengeance, but this was just cruel. It was true that Eliot was the best candidate for this role, just imagining any other member in his place resulted in far worse results, but there was a small nagging that told Nate that maybe Eliot was too fitted for the role. The change seemed to fit like a glove. Eliot was violent, but in a controlled manner, maybe enough to tame his feelings over being the wolf, keep control over himself and cope. But then there was his downfall. Nate had to calculate it, every possibility. What if Eliot lost control? Completely? What would happen? He would be worse than any other team member in his place. Nate downed his drink and sighed. He needed help.

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Sophie rolled her eyes as she passed by a group of painfully obvious thieves. Her walk helped her clear her mind and come to terms with the changes the team had coming, but she always seemed to gravitate back toward Nate. She cursed under her breath when she realized this thought was what resulted in her walk ending in front of the bar Nate went to. It was odd that Nate went to a different bar when there was one right underneath his home, but just thinking about that bar and how close it was to... No. Sophie couldn't be so quick to assume Nate would reject Eliot because of the changes he underwent. She couldn't think that Nate saw him as a threat, could she? Her inner monologue distracted her thoughts as she neared the door of the bar and she ran into a woman that was also entering the bar. Startled and taken aback, Sophie uttered a distracted and halfhearted apology and went to head in when she felt the woman lightly grasp her wrist. Looking up and focusing with razor sharp attention, Sophie analyzed the potential threat. The woman was about her own height, long chocolate colored hair and startling green eyes, casual attire, and radiating complete despair with underlying tones of rage. Sophie stayed stock still, thinking of ways to grift a person that had such a dangerous combination of emotions, but tensed herself when she heard the words from the woman's mouth.

"Devereaux? Sophie Devereaux? Oh god, please say you are. I need to speak with Mr. Ford. I need your help. My sister was kidnapped."