When he left the hospital, Teddy used his metamorphmagus powers to disguise himself again. However, holding someone else's face for that long left Teddy mentally exhausted. Usually he could've handled a lot longer, but lately it was as if everything made him tired. So the use of his powers on top of his usual fatigue meant he didn't feel up to facing people, especially people who would expect him to talk. So, instead of returning to Grimmauld Place or his grandmother's, he decided to return to the werewolf forest. There it was less likely he would be required to socialize. The Alpha had chosen to hold the actual funeral at a nearby church. So most of the werewolves who had the time would probably be there instead of the forest, anyway.

Given the weekend so far, he just wanted to call it an early night. However, the visit to the hospital had left him wired. The type of wired that made it hard to concentrate without actually giving him any energy. He needed something to wind down and he wouldn't say no to a little more alcohol-induced oblivion, the next morning be damned.

It was an open secret where the Alpha kept his alcohol and almost as widely known that the lock opened with an easy 'Alohomora.' Conveniently for Teddy, the Alpha's liquor cabinet was located in the pack's clubhouse. Since he lived in one of the rooms upstairs, he could just grab some alcohol on his way up.

However, when Teddy entered the clubhouse, he found that he was not alone. Kamya and the pack-healer were both sitting on the picnic-style tables that made up most of the ground floor. By the light of their flickering candle, he could see that the healer was bent over a deep gash in Kamya's shoulder. Why wasn't she at the funeral? More importantly, how had she gotten that? It definitely hadn't been from her day job.

Kamya winced at something the old woman did, and then looked up at Teddy. Teddy shuffled his feet in indecision, not wanting to raid the alcohol cabinet with witnesses and not sure what to say to Kamya about... well, anything. She seemed mixed up in both of his cases. Not to mention Lilith and Kamya had been close. As Lilith's godmother, Kamya had basically adopted her after both of Lilith's parents died.

Kamya and Teddy shared a stare across the room until Kamya flinched again and let out a long sigh. "Go get a beer. I won't tell as long as you get me some too."

The old witch looked up from Kamya's shoulder and raised an eyebrow that crinkled the thick wrinkles of her forehead. Otherwise, she said nothing and returned to her work. Teddy did not know much about the healer except that she was not a werewolf and was one of the few wizards that the alpha trusted. Considering their secret was still kept, Teddy had to believe that trust was warranted. Whether or not the Alpha would hear about pilfered alcohol was another matter, though.

After a moment of indecision, Teddy decided he needed a beer too much to care about the healer at this point. He grabbed a glass for both Kamya and himself and sat down beside her. Kamya was a middle-aged British-Indian woman who usually looked bookish but put-together. Today, she just looked worn out, especially around the eyes. Noticing his stare, she tipped her glass wearily towards him in a sort of half salute. Both drank their beers silently as the healer finished addressing Kamya's wound.

After the old healer left, Teddy poured himself a glass of whiskey. Kamya was still nursing her drink when he came back and sat across from her.

"This wound have anything to do with your illegal activities?" he asked, not really sure how to be subtle and too tired to try.

Kamya shot him a glare. "We were having an almost pleasant moment together and you had to go and ruin it, didn't you?"

Teddy wasn't really sure why Kamya would suddenly participating in a smuggler's ring. She had raised Lilith after her parents had died. He had always thought her a generally good sort but now she was acting weirder than usual. But here she was, Lilith barely in the ground, not acting very shook up about it.

"I'm kinda preoccupied with the fact that Lilith just got murdered days ago," Teddy answered with an edge to his voice. He nodded towards her recently healed shoulder. "That have anything to do with Lilith's murder?"

She gave him a dark look. "Watch yourself, pup."

Teddy's haunches went up at being condescended to by yet another older adult in his life. Like he was hadn't graduated from Hogwarts years ago or been running himself ragged trying to prove to all them of them that he was responsible and capable in his own right. "I'm the fucking Auror on her case, Kamya." Why, don't you watch yourself, he added mentally because he had the self control not to say it out loud. "You know anything about who killed her?" he asked. She was being annoyingly roundabout in her answers and he was getting angry she might be hiding something.

"Why do you think I would talk to you?"

"I'm trying to find her killer." He bit out. "Or don't you care about that?"

Her lip curled. " Just because you two used to be lovers doesn't mean you have the monopoly on grieving her." She topped her glass off with the second beer he had left on the table. Her actions were cool and precise, no different from how she always acted.

"You have a funny way of showing it," he ground out.

Kamya took another prim sip from her beer. "You'd be happier if I was sobbing on your shoulder? Confessing my sins?"

"I've got a good idea of some of those sins," Teddy said, the frustration was so many useless stake-outs boiling to the surface.

She rolled her eyes. "I didn't murder her and my illegal activities aren't hurting anyone."

"How can you be sure?" he countered. "It's at least endangering the creatures whose parts you are smuggling."

"You sometimes forget things, Teddy, since you have that nice cushy job you got with the help of our savior Harry Potter."

Harry hadn't helped at all when it came to Teddy's getting into the Auror program. Not even to tutor him. Harry had been too busy. Teddy was about to point out as much when Kamya continued.

"You forget how hard it is to hold a job in our world when even pushing up your sleeves" -she did so and revealed bite marks on her forearm- "will get you fired from a job . No questions asked."

Teddy took a moment to absorb that. "They fired you?" he asked incredulously. She worked at a branch of the Ministry making potions. "That can't be legal."

A cruel smirk twisted her lips. "If I contest it then even more people will know I'm a potential werewolf. Besides, my work isn't so perfect that they couldn't drudge up another excuse. What would you do, Teddy?"

He wasn't sure. Maybe the same thing that Kamya had done. He didn't want to deal with the stigma of being a werewolf anymore than she did. Still, there had to be other options than smuggling. "So the only answer is becoming a criminal?"

"We can't all be ruddy Aurors," she snapped.

"Look, I'm trying to do this without pulling the whole Ministry into pack business," Teddy replied, trying to be reasonable.

"Well, I suppose you're the pack's savior then? Good little puppy following in your godfather's footsteps?"

Teddy flashed a little bit of teeth. He had no interest in trying to prove he was stronger, but he also had no interest in being talked down to either. "You'd be so lucky," he answered instead. "There are actually a lot of benefits of having me in both the pack and the Ministry."

Kamya took another sip of her beer and looked unimpressed.