“I am not as privy to that information as I used to be so I am afraid I have nothing to offer you.”

“I know, but I thought I would ask anyways.”

“Okay, well other than feeding you and lending an ear while you’re sober can I do anything else?”

“Oh, I’m simply doing some research for a case that just came up. Do you know where Scott went by chance?” I said.

“No, I haven’t talked to him. Wait what’s the date?”

“The 9th of November. Why?”

“Oh, well I don’t think you’ll see him until tomorrow.”

“Why is that?”

“It’s the aniversary of his wifes murder and the day he massacred all those werewolves.”

“Wait, that's today? Oh no.”

“What’s wrong?”

“I think I have a link between today's case and that. You can call me crazy but I think I need to warn Scott.” I said in a panic.

“What link?”

“There was a murder this morning that was caused by a werewolf and it just happens to be the day that Scott killed a bunch of werewolves. That doesn’t seem like coincidence.”

“Okay, that does seem a little weird but we need to let Scott be for today. He can handle himself.”

“No he can’t fight against something like that when he’s drunk and injured.” I said trying to go out the door but Elysif stopped me.

“He’s not drunk. He refuses to drink on this day. At the very least he can get away if he has no other choice.”

“Fine but I still need to find this werewolf. Do you want to help me?”

“Sure.” she replied and we headed out.

“If I was a werewolf, where would I hide?”

“The sewers perhaps. There are plenty that were built in the past thirty years.”

“Maybe? Do you know any good access points?”

“No, but I know someone who does.” she said, giving a look of mischief that made me very concerned.

“I don’t like that look.” I said, giving her a look of distrust.

* * *

Scott opened the door to a small pub. The inside wasn’t very appealing but he knew it well. The old barstools that were stained with liquor and the floorboards were rotting in some areas. Dust was piling up in the back along with a few drunks who hadn’t left since the night before. The bartender looked up from refilling one of the drunks' drinks to see Scott and gave him a smile.

“Scott! It’s been so long and what have you done to yourself?” the bartender said before walking over and giving him a hug.

“I got my ass kicked. How have you been Monty?”

“Good, to think you and Silva came in here for the first time eighteen years ago, all covered in blood and scared out of your mind. You have grown so much since then.”

“Please Monty, I would love to reminisce with you but not today.”

“Oh, right. That’s today huh? I’m sorry for bringing it up. Could I get you something?” he asked solemnly.

“The platter, like always.”

“Anything to drink? I have your favorite in stock?”

“No, just water for today.” he said, sitting at one of the barstools and starting to remove his gloves. Underneath them was a platinum band that was shined from rubbing against the inside of the glove constantly.

“Alright then.” he said before walking into the back and calling to his cook.

“Monty, I got to ask. Have you heard anything about any werewolves around here?” Scott asked when he returned.

“Scott… don’t tell me you plan on doing something stupid? I know you have a vendetta with them but you already took care of that. You don’t need to hang on any more.”

“No, no, it’s for work. A werewolf killed someone so I thought I would ask.”