Gloria picked up the saw anew when her phone sounded.
“Is the werewolf awake yet, Gloria?”
“Yes, she is in the shower now, trying to find out the moment she may have been turned, why?”
“She’s not the only one.”
Gloria rolled her eyes, “Of course, she’s not the only werewolf, chief. If she was, she’d be the sire.”
“That’s not what I mean. She’s not the only freshly turned. We have four more cases all over the city.”
Gloria stopped what she was doing, put down the saw, took her gloves off, and turned off the Bluetooth, “We haven’t had a case like this since…”
The voice had a somber tone, “Armin Role, I know. When do you think you will have the site cleaned? I need you.”
“She needs to be given advice and guided, chief. I just can’t leave when I’m done. She’s scared, confused, and still disoriented.”
There was a heavy sigh on the other end of the line, “I can send Lorn. He can help her. You’re my best tracker, Gloria. I need you on this case.”
Gloria pushed the curtain aside and turned her ear to the warehouse. She heard the noise of the shower from the other end of the space, “She’s a kid. She needs a female mentor. Lorn can be abrasive.”
“You’re making excuses, Gloria. All you can do is give her the basics. You know Lorn can walk her through it.”
It was Gloria’s turn to heave a sigh, “Fine, I will explain the situation to her when she gets out of the shower.”
“I will dispatch Lorn.”
Gloria ended the call as she looked toward the showers.
Angie gathered herself together and stood to finish her shower. She went through the motions of scrubbing her hair and lathering up, repeating the process four times. The tears started flowing once again.
What do I do? I can’t stay here. I’ve got to tell my family and get far away from here.
A heavy-handed knock thundering on the bathroom door made Angie jump. The voice was deep and gruff, “No matter how many times you wash yourself, kid, the guilt from the kills never goes away. Hurry up and get out here. I need to show you the ropes, and I don’t have all day.”
Angie then heard Gloria, “This is EXACTLY why I told HQ not to send you. She’s scared and still disoriented. The LAST thing she needs is you acting like you have better things to do and being gruff.”
“Shut it, Daywalker, and finish your task.”
Angie was trembling as she dressed and was still toweling her hair dry when she fumbled open the door and was eye level with a broad chest.
“H-hello?” Her voice cracked.
Lorn’s eyes blinked in rapid fashion as he pointed to Angie and looked at Gloria, “She IS a kid. They didn’t tell me that.”
Gloria smiled like a bird-fed cat as she crossed her arms in front of her, “Oh really? They left that out, did they?”
He glared at Gloria, “Did YOU leave that detail out?” The growl was audible.
Gloria shook her head and closed her eyes, upon opening them, they were red-tinged, “I explicitly told them she was a child and that you would not be a good fit. Don’t sell me short, fur-ball.”
Angie stepped backward and let the bathroom door shut, separating her from the two on the other side. She put her back to the door and her eyes flew open in fear.
She’s a vampire? Holy crap.
Her fear turned to shock. She pinched herself and slapped her cheeks.
She heard Gloria chuckle, “This isn’t a dream or a nightmare. You’re awake, hun, and no I am not a full vamp. I’m a Daywalker, half-vamp. Lorn is a werewolf.”
Angie opened the door again, “I-I’m Angie.” Her eyes tracked up from the chest and to an aged face.
Lorn’s voice was not as gruff, “I’m Lorn. I was sent here to teach you the ropes and give you a few things to help ya out. I wasn’t told you were a kid or a girl. They just said you were a fresh pup.”