Born to human parents, raised in a human house, and living around humans all her life, Casey thought that she was human. What else could she be? 

Casey grew up in northern Michigan, and as the only child to two parents who were desperate for a kid. iT was easy to say that she was spoiled. She got what she wanted, she had much more than she needed, and she was greedy. But her parents gave in to her every demand without a second thought. She wanted a computer--she got a computer. She wanted a new doll--she got a new doll. She wanted more ice cream for dessert--well, her parents did put up some guidelines. Her room was full of toys and games, stuffed animals and coloring books. Though Casey was clearly privileged and spoiled, her parents loved her, and she loved them more than anything else. 

In school, Casey had several friends who she would hang out with, many of them staying her friends well into high school. Parties, dances, sleep overs--it was everything Casey had hoped for and more. Considered one of the "popular girls," Casey spent a lot of time hanging out and having fun, enjoying all the attention she was getting. She couldn't have been happier with how her life was going. 

 

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A few weeks after her seventeenth birthday, Casey woke up in the middle of the night in excruciating pain. Every bone in her body felt like it was breaking, her muscles felt like they were being ripped apart fiber by fiber. When she screamed in pain, desperate for help, the sound that came out of her mouth was an animalistic shriek. She screamed again, and the same sound came out. Her parents rushed into her room moments later, her father holding a bat. Her mother screamed, her father just stood there and stared. 

That's when she finally noticed it--looking down at herself to try and see where the pain was coming from, Casey saw red and white fur, followed by a dark snout. Further down her body she saw whiskers and canine legs and a long, bushy tail. She wasn't...she wasn't human anymore. She was...a fox.

Casey can't remember anything after that, she must have passed out. When she woke up again, it was light out, probably midday, and she felt absolutely famished. Her mouth was dry as she sat up in her bed, a raging headache pounding at the back of her skull. Her pajamas must have been somewhere under her covers, because she wasn't wearing them anymore, but she didn't notice. Getting out of bed proved to be more difficult than she had intended--everything was spinning, every part of her was sore--but she managed to get to the door on wobbly legs eventually. Her hand rested in the cool metal of the doorknob and gave it a sharp twist--only for it not to budge. Frowning, she tried it again, but it still seemed stuck. So she tried it again, gripping it tightly, and twisted. There was a popping sound, and then the door opened. 

Still groggy and in pain, and so very hungry, Casey went to the kitchen, not noticing that the house looked ransacked on her way there. She consumed nearly everything in the fridge--left overs, fruit, a jar of peanut butter. She also downed half a gallon of milk, followed by three cans of pop. Finally, her hunger and thirst had been quenched, and she could--Wait, why was the house a mess? Had someone broken in? 

"Mom? Dad?" 

No answer. Casey ran to their bedroom--they weren't there. Their closets and dresser were wide open and empty, as was the safe in the wall where they kept most of their savings. All important documents were gone. All of the pictures on the walls--gone. Out the front door, their cars were gone. In the back yard, there was a smoking pile of ash in their firepit, which Casey ran to to investigate. Tiny bits of blackened or browned paper remained, along with metal pegs that were...from a photo album? Casey picked up one of the singed pieces of paper to examine it closer in her hands.

'Certification of live bir...'

The paper slipped from between her fingers, back into the firepit. Her birth certificate. Her parents had burned her birth certificate, likely along with any other sort of legal documents pertaining to her. They had locked her in her room, grabbed their things, and abandoned her. The memories from the previous night came rushing back to her in a painful flood--screaming, pain, fur, tail, legs, fox--

Casey wasn't human anymore. She was something else. 

An abomination.

Casey kind of just...sat outside, naked, by the firepit, for hours. Her whole life was turned upside down in the worst way possible. Her parents had abandoned her, she could turn into a fox, she had no record of who she was. Of course, her town still knew about her, she still had friends, there was no way her parents had erased records of her digitally, but could she stay? Was she safe to be around? Would she turn into a beast at any moment? 

That night, after sitting outside well after it had gotten dark, Casey made up her mind. 

Casey went inside, ate the rest of the food in the fridge, then packed her bags. She stuffed a duffel bag with as much clothing as she could, dug through her sock drawer until she found an old leather wallet full of cash--containing her birthday and Christmas money, along with some that she might have stolen from her parents, which she in no way regretted now--and filled a backpack with boxes and cans of food from the cupboards. Putting on a baggy outfit, raincoat, and sneakers, Casey walked out of the front door of her childhood home, and never looked back.

The next few months basically consisted of Casey walking, stealing, hiding, and discovering just what she was. A lot of the time she slept outside, even in the cold of winter, incase she changed into a fox in her sleep again. And, actually, she did. But she didn't just turn into a fox--she became a cat, a poodle, a hawk, a squirrel--all while she slept. It took her a while to figure out how she could change while she was awake, and the more she changed while she was awake, the less she did while she was sleeping. It was also far less painful than the first time she had changed. Now it was just uncomfortable, not scream-worthy agony. 

Stealing was something she wasn't proud of, but Casey had to eat, and she had to eat a lot. Apparently after her first change, something about her physiology had changed internally as well. She could burn off food as fast as she could eat it. She stole food from convienient stores and clothes from thrift stores, just enough to keep herself reasonably clean and fed. Sometimes she would actually make a purchase, if there was something she wanted that was too difficult to steal, or she just felt too bad about being a theif. She was already a monster, she didn't want to be a major criminal, too. 

Eventually, she didn't much care about stealing anymore. 

She didn't much care about anything.

 

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Name: Casey May Evlin

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Age: 23

Height: 5 Foot 4 Inches

Sexuality: Bi-Romantic, all sexual encounters have been tramatic up to this point, so she's unsure if she actually wants a sexual relation or not.

Hair Color: Natural Red and Curly (When taken care of, which it usually isn't)

Eye Color: Sea Green

Skin: Heavily Freckled

Clothing: Usually something dirty and ill-fitting, always stolen, rarely cleaned.

 

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 Casey's Forms:

Fox:

The form Casey takes most often is the one she turned into first, a red fox. It's warm in the winter, quick to move around in, and nearly everywhere. The form felt...coforting, for some reason, despite the tramatic start to her shiting life.

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Cat:

A cat was easy to travel in as well, especially in cities. No one batted an eye at a stray cat, and if she acted cute to the right human, she might even get some food.

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Hawk:

Casey was expecting it to be hard to teach herself how to fly, but it was surprisingly simple. Instinct took over immediately, and flying as a bird of prey gave her some sense of strength and freedom.

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  • When she mumbled her brief hi and measly order Iain gave Victor a look, it said something to the effect of ‘see told you’ though what Iain may have told Victor was unclear.
    When she ordered the bartender, who seemed relatively normal save for the pointed arches of his ears, nodded in understanding. But before he could move away Victor scoffed.
    “Is that all?” He asked carefully, sinking into one of the bar stools so that he was leveled with Casey.
    “You don’t have to skimp. There is no need for it.”
    Iain shoved his hands into his pockets and lingered behind Victor but said no words. He was much quieter this time around, but he was quite adept at knowing when he was not welcome. This girl seemed on edge already, no use in adding in the discomfort.
    “Nix the sandwich and soup Theo, give the lady something filling. Steak, potatoes, vegetables. She looks like she hasn’t had a vegetable in days.”
    He wrinkled his nose but there was a patient smile on his lips, as the bartender stole away to acquire her order, Victor too watched the nymphs for a moment.
    A glass of water was set in front of Casey, along with a martini, simply because that is also what was placed in front of Victor, and he had clearly decided to overrule her decisions on this matter. Though he looked like a man who was used to overruling decisions.
    Without looking back at Casey, still lazily watching the Nymphs Victor hummed.
    “Azrael tells me you are a little weary to take part in my hospitality. I understand the hesitation. Azrael herself was a lot like you, alone, on the run, scrounging whatever she could to get by. In fact most of the people in here were disenfranchised, pushed to live on the fringes for fear of what the human world might do if they ever found us out.”
    Victor turned his stunning blue eyes back on the girl.
    “The world is a big magical place, full of all the things humans turn a blind eye too. We are surrounded by other worlds, other beings, but we have been told we are evil. Or wicked. So we hide…”
    The patient smile found its way back to his lips. “I don’t believe these accepted truths. I believe those are things people tell themselves so they don’t have to feel weak or less important.”
    “You are a shifter…” He tilted his head slightly as if he was surveying her.
    “You are not the only one… you are not alone.” 

  • Casey would be right to assume as much, Azrael had thought her night was going to consist of drinking a few drinks with her friend until she was inevitably ditched in lue of a hot hook up. 

    Which might not sound great to everyone, but for Az it meant getting to drink in a socially acceptable setting with a built in out. 

    Normally one of her other team mates were on exposition duty, she was ill adapted at speaking with people. She had chosen to sharpen other skills in her free time. 

    Though she did feel for the girl quite a bit. 

    She left when she thought Casey was at least marginally calm, and true to her word she hung around for a while until she was relieved of the duty by Iain. 

    The showers had soap, shampoo and conditioner as well, thick fluffy towels that smelled of fabric softener.

    The short space between the hallway of rooms and the bar was not overly populated, most of the beings seemed congregated near the other end of the bar, or scattered in lounge chairs or at tables closer to the stage. 

    There were three women on stage, their skin was a mix of light and dark blues, and they looked nearly identical. 

    They seemed to be singing a rather...dark burlesque type of number. 

    Nobody seemed to particularly mind Casey as she made her way to the bar, save for a certain incubus.

    The bartender had not quite made their way down to her yet when someone spoke from behind. 

    "Ello again lassie. " Iain had been drinking quietly at one of the back booths, keeping an eye out for their new guest. 

    But when Casey turned around she would find Iain wasn't alone. 

     

    Victor was handsome in a tall dark kind or way, he was astoundingly young for the success attributed to him, in his mid twenties at most. 

    He had a chiseled jaw and thick black hair, save for brushstrokes of grey along the sides.

    His eyes were a striking blue, almost unnatural though just within the realm of believable. 

    He held a sort of sullen quiet about him, but offered a kind smile. 

    "Hello, Casey, Iain was just filling me in a bit. It's nice to meet you. My name is Victor." 

    He glanced behind Casey, looking to the bartender and giving him a slight wave as signal. 

    "What would you like to eat, anything at all, I am sure we can manage to get ahold of it. If the chefs upstairs can't the elves and brownies absolutely can." 

    Victor paused, "Forgive me, Azrael and Iain mentioned you aren't exactly clear on… the otherworldly things. Its best you get some food and I can better help to fill you in." 

  • Azrael hesitated slightly, looking over the frightened girl in front of her, then into the room; there was a subtler continuation of the black and red theme, but it wasn’t too abrasive, not as showy as it was out in the lounge. She took a breath in slowly and let it out with a sigh, 

    “I am kind of the worst at explaining all this. Sorry. I am not usually the point gal for stuff like this. Um… no really, don’t worry about it.” She walked into the room to set the key card on the small desk, then she leaned against the tv stand, wrapping her arms around herself and nodding her head for Casey to follow.
    “ It is kind of Victor’s thing, he is like...a billionaire and this is his charity. It doesn’t cost anything, you stay as long as you really need it. Sometimes Victor likes to… help us find direction. But he doesn’t require anything from any of us.” 

    Azrael shrugged, “It sounds too good to be true. Maybe...any other time it would be. But… this time, don’t look a gift horse in the mouth, or whatever.”
    She stood again off of the the tv stand..
    “When you are ready you can get something to eat from the bar. They are very accommodating, just show them this.” She touched the black key card on the desk and stepped towards the door.
    “I will hang around out there, Iain probably will too, but… if you would rather sleep a while I understand.” 

  • “Cursed.” Azrael confirmed softly, but took the opportunity to avoid talking about herself at all costs.
    “We are going downstairs, Victor runs a cabaret- but there are also rooms that he lets our kind stay in, when they are in need. Kind of like a hotel but he doesn’t make you pay. We will have to walk through the bar, so it will be loud, but then you can relax a bit, somewhere quiet, get cleaned up.”
    As she said this the doors opened, and she had been telling the truth to a t. The elevator opened on a balcony and bellow them was a large sprawling lounge with many different rooms, the red and black theme gave it a deep glow, a timbre.
    And what was more than that… there were all sorts of being, nymphs, vampires, people of many colors and shapes and creeds, just about anything that she could imagine. But Azrael kept moving, down the stairs and towards a hallway that was near the bar, as she had said.
    The Cabaret was filled with a lingering lounge music, but it wasn’t so loud or obnoxious that they couldn’t speak.
    “Victor is a dark mage, a witch. There are other words, but primarily he practices the dark arts, previously he had some ties with demons but they are not the…..friendliest bunch.”
    As they neared the hallway Azrael leaned over the bar to snag something from behind it. A key card, she waved it at Casey with a slight smile, and moved down the hallway to a free room, to which she opened the door.
    The rooms were simple, a small hotel room really, but it was clean and warm and had facilities.
    “You can get cleaned up in here… I can get you something to eat if you are hungry. But I also understand if you still need time.” 

  • The lobby of the fancy as hell building looked more like a Japanese garden than the lobby of a fancy building. Large parts were bordered sand gardens with small fountains or bonsai trees. 

    But they moved quickly across a small bridge that arched over a trickling creek. There was footpaths that lead to a counter where concierge were working, there were a few people lingering about on benches around the large lobby, but nobody actually seemed to pay them any mind. 

    Azrael led her to a door next to the counter, the two working behind it gave them soft nods and equal smiles. 

    Through the door was a white hallway, rather sterile looking compared to the public areas. 

    When the door shut behind them Azrael was quicker to speak. 

    "Unfortunately, that is a more difficult one to answer. I am...cursed."

    No longer under the threat of outside eyes her pace slowed as she made her way to the elevator and pressed the summons. While they waited she gave the other girl her full attention. 

    She was so reserved, quiet as if she didn't want to be speaking at all. 

    "Iain is an incubus. Those guys back there were rogues, probably demons or vampires, I didn't get a great look. And I don't know what you are. Just that you aren't human." 

    The elevator dinged and opened, and she stepped in. 

    "Iain and I work for a guy, a friend, and it is kind of his personal mission to help our kind. That is to say, not humans. 

    Otherbeings, fae folk, supernaturals… whatever you call them. Everyone has a word." 

    The elevator closed behind them and Azrael brought out a bit of glass the same as Iain had. 

    When she swiped it in front of a sensor the elevator began to descend.

    "He is also like… a billionaire or something, got it all from his dad. It's kind of a long story and he isn't much of a sharer…" 

  • "Aye. Casey...thas a lovely name." He hummed, his own mossy green eyes trained on the mountainous building. 

    "So I suspect yah don't know nothin about the boss then? Victor Blood? America's playboy extraordinaire? Master of the Dark Arts by night?" 

    He made no effort to temper his volume, casually speaking with little fear of being overheard. 

    "It's no matter really. Most of our kind aren't too keen to keep up with human politics and such, and most don't know much about the community. We tend to be loners." 

    Azrael sighed laboriously and stopped walking, they were nearly upon the building now.

    In fact, as they approached the surrounding block the amount of buildings seemed to become sparse, smaller and new looking as if someone had redesigned the whole block at the same time. 

    Azrael turned her striking sky blue eyes Iain and did little to hide her mild irritation. 

    "Why don't you call Wyatt back, I will get her cleaned up and settled." 

    If her suggestion was rude Iain didn't notice. 

    "Aye! I had forgotten about Wyatt… I'll take care of that then." He smiled charmingly at Casey,

    "I'll see yah round little lass." He gave a vague salute and wave before he pulled a strange cell phone shaped hunk of glass. 

     

    As he meandered away to make his call Azrael sighed and looked back to Casey. 

    "I am sorry, he is a lot…I bet...all of this is a lot for you right now." 

    She offered a hand to take the bandana.  

    "If you have questions, I will answer them as best I can." 

    She began again for the building, the entrance was sleek, the whole building appeared to be made of glass of some variety, but it was frosted and seemed to ever so softly glow. 

  • Azael and Iain both muttered a similar little laugh when Casey insisted she wasn't hurt. 

    The idea of shirking pain and projecting strength was not beyond either of their repertoires. 

    But neither insisted any further, instead they kept moving north, a small smile settled on Iain’s lips as her question reasonably slipped out. 

    "We are going to the Garden of Idun…" he placed a gentle hand on her shoulder again as the other pointed at the rising monolith, the white building jetting into the sky was surely breathtaking. Worthy of its mythological predecessor. 

    The closer they got the more detail could be made out, the building was ringed with open balconies where small trees were scattered among green pasture. Ivy and other plants dangled happily from every floor giving an illusion of pressing wilderness, as if any moment the building- in all its modern glory- may have been consumed by nature that clung to every corner. 

    Some levels had water cascading down to the next, delicate waterfalls that started as a glitter of blue and grew as they got closer. 

    "You really must be new. Wa's your name lassie?"

    His hand had gone as quick as it came, but it was clear the boisterous Scott was more comfortable with contact than the young woman who, similar to Casey, seemed reluctant to touch another. 

    Indeed even if she were to make contact, there was hardly a way to reach her skin besides the delicate porcelain of her face. 

    "And wot brings yah to the big apple?" Iain followed up, shoving his hands into his pockets. 

    Each wrist was crowded with braided leather and twine that bunched with the casual movement. 

     

  • They crossed the street at the end of the block and rounded the corner, Casey escorted by the two who moved with assuredness. 

    When they were a safe distance away Azrael slowed her pace, released the girls wrist and glanced back at Iain with a knitted brow. 

    He seemed to catch the message and his hand fell away, he instead retrieved a clean bandanna he'd used as a handkerchief and offered it to Casey for his split cheek. 

    He cleared his throat, "sorry lassie, yah must be down right shaken. My name is Iain, this here is my friend Azrael, but yah'can just call her Az if yah like." 

    Even with their pace slowed they made quick time of a few more blocks, the are began to look cleaner. The traffic became less congested as they went, and through the breaks between buildings,  rising over the rooftops was a white tower. It jutted like a marble cliff among the slate grey, dripping with lush green plants. 

    Iain didn't take any notice, instead continued. 

    "We are friends, those fellas were no good sleekit screwballs." Azrael sighed and stopped, seeing as Iain hardly made sense when you had your head on straight, let alone when you were all shook up. 

    "Sorry...you must be terrified. And I noticed some food back there. Did they corner you trying to eat? They are disgusting, I spent some time living on the streets. Most of us have but for some reason our kind still takes advantage of one another. 

     Let's get you something to eat and we can answer all of your questions, alright? Besides. You might be injured, we should have someone look you over." 

    Whereas Iain spoke in a boisterous manner, quite excitedly, Azrael spoke in a quiet sort of way. Her words held a steady thoughtful rhythm, and her tone a charming rasp as if she was perpetually sharing a secret just above whisper. 

     

  • Ah New York, Victor loved New York. 

    As a young boy he had spent years in isolation, tucked away in his family's estate with only the serving staff, tutors and nannies.
    The city had always been an exciting adventure, the shining oasis that climbed never ending into the sky.
    It had been a jungle to tame.
    Standing in his penthouse office, touring over the other building, watching the sun climb towards the horizon, he felt he had certainly tamed his fears of it.
    But with age came the general understanding of the city's inevitabilities, it had its dark corners. 

    Victor rarely ever encountered them, he had a helicopter that he flew between the building that was the center of his business operations and the hulking complex that he had created as a take on an oasis among the concrete. 

    However, the streets of New York, as Casey was learning, were full of interesting people, more than human and often less than kind.
    Iain loved New York too, but for different reasons, he walked backwards- regarding the younger woman with a signature cocked smirk.
    “Aye, yah always seem more interested in the idea of going to a bar before we leave, then we get out here and you get that sourpuss look in yur brown.” Iain’s strawberry tinted hair and scottish twang was enough to make Azreal offer a tight lipped fake smile.
    “You are going to knock someone over.”
    “Then they should’a been payin more attention.”
    “You should be paying more attention.” 

    “I’m payin attention…”
    The brief back and forth was interrupted by a buzz in Iain’s pocket, he wore cargo pants that fit in a flattering way; though they, like his deep blue button up, had clearly been through some adventures. He had a weathered look about him, rustic in his ways, so that when he pulled the thin piece of glass from his pocket it seemed almost alien.
    It looked as if he was only holding the glass screen of a phone, but it lit up in his hand. He stopped walking backwards and Azreal moved to the side, away from the more generous flow of traffic, to better hear the voice that came from the glass.
    Nobody seemed to pay them mind, mostly people minded their own in New York. 

    “What’s up Wyatt.” 

    “My sensors picked up a disturbance a few blocks over from you, would you mind swinging by?”
    “Aye, we aint in a rush.” He said good naturedly, giving Azreal a jab in the side with his elbow- to which she rolled her eyes.
    “Sure thing adorkable. Sent us the coordinates.”
    Thanks guys, let me know if it’s anything.”
    The screen flickered out and was replaced by a small holographic projection of a map with a dotted path.
    Iain began to meander in the right direction and glanced back to Azreal.
    “We don’t have’ta go out, we can hang around the Cabaret.” He hummed, starting back up again.
    Azreal heaved another sigh, crossing her arms over her chest.
    “No I just, get out here and remember how many people there are…” She didn’t look like she belonged with Iain, her black hair was bobbed just below her sharp jaw, they matched her sharp eyes. She wore black from head to toe, a cropped turtle neck was met at the waist by an a-line skirt, sheer leggings met her combat boots, her fingers were covered in elegant leather gloves. 

    Iain looked a little softer at his friend, “Aye I get it. I forget sometimes… is hard for’yah. Well if if ever ain’t what you want to be doin don’t let me pressure you, I can always make Neal or somethin…”
    “Thanks Iain,” Az sighed softly, the black lipstick curving softly into the whisper of a smile. 

    “But I do enjoy hanging out with you. Even though you are a weirdo.” She sneered playfully and Iain gave a scoff as if ready to defend himself, but he didn’t get the chance. 

    Their light friendly conversation was interrupted by a cry for help, glaringly near now that they had been walking for a moment.
    Their eyes met, mossy greens and stark silvers, and both took of running towards the source.
    When they met the mouth of the alley they were met with a dismal scene… this was no good at all. Azreal fell quietly behind Iain who closed the distance between themselves and the men before he spoke.
    “Mate...I’d let the little lass go before I am forced to do something drastic.”
    The sudden appearance of the voice was enough to make both men start, and at first all they noticed was Iain. It was enough for them to loosen their grip on Casey and that was enough to make Iain smirk.
    “Who the hell-” Blue started but Iain interrupted,
    “Do I think I am? Bla bla bla? How drol yah aren’t very creative. I am Iain, hi, not so nice to meet yah.” He grabbed blue’s hand and gave it a vigorous shake, getting it away from the girls throat.
    He had confused the men enough that they had hesitated to react but this was enough to flare their tempers, as the black shirted man prepared to say something Iain moved then. 

    Letting go of blue’s hand to land a hay maker right in the nose of the black shirt.
    Blood spewed suddenly and blue shirt gasped and grabbed at Iain but not before he had returned an elbow to his face.
    Both men were sent staggering back and Casey’s wrist was taken in a gloved hand, tugged towards the mouth of the alley.
    When they recovered the men released feral sounding growls and moved together towards the three, but Iain held up a finger as Azreal whispered to Casey to move quickly and quietly.
    “I don’t think so boys, yah would hate to rub the Arcana the wrong way. Imagine Victor Blood’s full forced fury.”
    This stopped both men in their tracks and they swapped weary glances.
    And Iain and Azreal took the opportunity to avoid any more fighting.
    Azreal lead the girl, wrist in hand, and Iain placed one on her shoulder to usher her quickly back into the safety of a crowd.
    “You must be new round these parts aren't yah lass…”

  • Brian simply nodded at Casey's comment. He understood the emotions she was going through right now, more than maybe she realized. For a man, he did an awful lot of crying as well. Although mostly in private and always about something different. His curse, how lonely he was, when life gets hard...but even something as simple as a sad movie could set him off as well. It had taken him a long time to realize that his emotions were not a weakness, but a strength. It helped him empathize with others and fueled his compassion to help other people, despite his curse and despite being a monster.

    "Y...yeah! Of course." Brian replied, nodding firmly. He could comfortably shell out 200 dollars for her and still have enough for himself until his next pay check. But that made him realize something...

    He would have to call his work as well. He wouldn't have to quit entirely, because thankfully unlike Casey, the hunters didn't know where he worked. But he would have to take some time off from work, at least until he could be sure that they weren't following him or Casey anymore. And then he'd either retrieve his car from the forest or, if it got damaged or was somehow missing, he'd tell his insurance company that it was stolen and hopefully they would cover the costs so he could buy a new one. At least, that was the best case scenario. But he'd worry about that more later.

    "Yes...you absolutely can. But...maybe you'd like to think about it first?" Brian added. He didn't want to force or pressure Casey into making a decision. However, staying with him was likely more preferrable to living on the streets. He'd be shocked if Casey turned down his offer. Only time would tell what her decision would be. For now, it was time to eat.

    Brian ate his food fairly fast as well. And even after eating such a large meal, he still felt hungry for more. That was the reality of living with a Wolf inside of you. It always wanted more. But it would have to wait until lunch time. After all, he didn't want to act like a starving wolf in front of his guest.

    "How was it?" Brian asked once Casey had finished eating. He hoped his cooking had met her expectations, at least partially. 

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