The scent of her wounds, that odd combination of magic and burning flesh, tugged at old memories. Those memories flashed from his brain and assaulted him, several hitting one after the other. Lilith pressed against his chest, crying as her body struggled to shake off the effects of the pack initiation. His own initiation: his leg smoking and pain melting his veins like hot iron. One of his first changes, trapped in a cage and surrounded by the cold sterility of a hospital room.
Teddy blinked, confused. He set the memories aside to consider later and forced himself to clinically examine the rest of her. He mentally isolated each body part to examine separately so his brain couldn't remember what it was actually part of . He methodically moved from one section of limb to the other, not wishing to miss anything even if the process turned his stomach. He accidentally looked at her face and his stomach roiled again. Trying to make his movements casual, he straightened, turned his back, and exited into the living room.
There was a scuffle of movement behind him and he heard Hasan and Harry quietly murmuring. Teddy rubbed at his eyes, trying to get rid of the tears and rub out the memory of Lilith's blank eyes, an abomination of what they used to be. But it just seemed to cement the horror deeper into his brain.
There was a creak as someone followed him into the dark room. It was Harry, wearing a stern expression. Hasan wasn't hovering in the doorway, so he must have been sent away by Harry. Teddy didn't feel like talking yet, let alone discuss the scents his doggy senses had picked up. So he turned away from Harry and lit his wand to examine the space.
He didn't expect anything there but still he examined the room carefully, trying to loosen his hands out of fists. Nothing was out of place here. All the framed pictures were hung perfectly along the walls, most featuring Lilith as a lively toddler with her parents. There was a pair of sweats and a neon green shirt hanging on the banister but that didn't tell Teddy anything new. She had been wearing them that morning.
They had run together during the full moon as wolves. The next morning when he looked for her, she had already been wearing those clothes, making her easy to spot. She had let him walk her back through the forest but had seemed distracted. She hadn't even bothered with an excuse when she shook off his attempts to talk. She had just looked him in the eye, thanked him for the escort, and left.
Things had gotten awkward since they broke up. Too many subjects were landmines. Their wolves got along better than their human forms. Or had gotten along. When she was still alive. His fists were back to being tightly balled, the wand biting into his left hand.
Harry cleared his throat. When Teddy looked up, Harry gave him a meaningful look. "So?"
Teddy took a deep breath and shoved everything down. Then he began a detached assessment of the situation. "She was starting to cook breakfast, he enters and, when she fights back, incapacitates her. He takes her clothes... possibly just to make it look like she had been in wolf form during the attack." His stomach was tight enough that if anyone so much as touched him, he was sure he would throw up. He hadn't seen any signs of other reasons she would be unclothed and prayed this guess was correct. "Then leaves her to bleed out."
Harry nodded and came across the room. "They found her clothes buried outside." In a lower voice he asked, "Anything else?"
"There was a smell around her wounds, especially the deeper one on her arm. Like magic. You should have it run through a full set of diagnostic spells."
Harry nodded again and then patted Teddy's head. "Good job."
Teddy rolled his eyes upward for a moment. Harry didn't see, already turning away to return to the kitchen. Teddy glared at Harry's back. "Woof, woof," he muttered to himself, feeling like a trained dog.