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"I forgot how fun it can be," Valamir said with a sigh as he cracked open one of Xerxes's beers and collapsed into the crumbling law chair. He lifted the can to his temple and pressed it to the gash that was still healing over his eye. There were bits of fur matted under his nails with blood, sinew, and who knew what else, but that was the fun of it. For the first time in years, he felt alive again. "When it's you and me in the final, just don't fucking kill me." With the pack gone, there wouldn't be much left of Lupercal, at least as far as hierarchy was concerned. Let it be lawless, fuck the cunts on the council and anyone else that thought they should be in charge; if the Lupo tried to rebuild they'd have a hard time doing that with Nash around.

Vivid dreams left him restless through the nights, Enzo would toss and he’d turn - haunted by nightmares that he couldn’t explain. Sometimes he was on all fours, bounding over city streets and fallen leaves, other times he stood at a monstrous height and towered over someone’s quivering frame. They weren’t every night, but when Lorenzo woke up in the morning he felt tired, his stomach growled and he could taste iron on his tongue as if it had been him who’d snapped his teeth at a screaming victim. 

Enzo splashed water on his face to try and wash the dreams away, but he’d catch his own reflection and see a pair of haunting red eyes that were so foreign from his own. He knew enough that whatever he was dreaming about wasn’t him, that monster... That thing was something that only crept out on a full moon. Something was wrong with him and he didn’t have anyone to turn to about it, what would he even say? Hey bro I think I’m eating people, you know anyone that’s gone missing lately? 

When Lorenzo had started walking it was with the intention of going to practice, but his thoughts had fixated on the man from his dreams. A haunted glimpse of a reflection met his mind’s eye as he remembered the beast passing a window, shifting from what looked like a giant dog to a person. Red eyes and fangs, with blood dripping from his mouth. Enzo’s phone buzzed as his friend texted him he’d missed football entirely, and when he looked up he was in some neighborhood he’d never been in. It looked beaten down and rough, distantly he remembered his mom saying something about he shouldn’t come around here. Something about a bad element. It stunk too. 

They thought wrong. Of course, no one knew on what happened. No one knew the happy couple was having a little dark spot. Which brings to the fact on why he was here at the hospital instead of filling out the paperwork for this dispute that had clearly gone bad quick. And each time he was here, Abel always spotted Savannah. Whether she was at the nurses’ station or walking into a patient’s room, hell sometimes in the patient’s room. And pretending everything was okay when he saw her was probably one of the hardest things he’s had to do yet. A small smile and wave is pretty much all he can muster up, it probably looks pitiful. 

He glanced into his room real quick before walking over to the counter. “If you could get me a cup of coffee, you’d be wonderful.” He tried to sound as nice as he could but he was tried and he got moody fast.