She appeared to be having some sort of a seizure.  Aleksandr rested his head on the back of his chair.  For once, he was not the one causing the pain. If anything, his father and he were sort of heroes.  He frowned.  His father and he were nothing of the sort.  Not even close. 

Aleksandr glanced at his father.  His father was concentrating on the road as the windshield wipers swished back-and-forth. He was probably repeating the Jesus Prayer in his mind.  Aleksandr had long trashed that mantra in his later teen years; it only gave him anxiety.  [i]There is no Church in the Wild.[/i] He turned away from his father and looked out the window of the car.  The lights seemed so bright outside, like their eyes before he killed them.

[i]He was tearing into the heart of the poor boy was was sent to take out the trash.  His body was disgusting and mutilated, now.  His massive paws were sinking into the boy's guts, ripping at his throat and fingering up his esophagus until his claw protruded from the boys choked mouth. The boy's last breath made no sound.  His large jaw opened and caged the child's head in his teeth, crushing the skull into blood and dust.  He ripped the muscle of the neck from the shoulders and began salivating and chewing.  He could hear himself breathing heavily. However, he was interrupted by the sweet scent of  unpolluted flowers.  His breathing silenced at once.

"Look, Mommy! A doggy! Can I pet her?"[/i]

No wonder he was never hungry...

The gray Toyota pulled in front of the Emergency Room Entrance to the Caligo Hospital.  The two men looked at each other--a mutual agreement was made between them as they made eye contact.  Father Seraphim turned the car off and pulled the keys out of the ignition. They both removed themselves from the car and began carrying Sylv inside the hospital.  She had absolutely no control over her body, a sensation Aleksandr could truly relate to. As the sliding glass doors of the hospital opened, the cool air conditioning gave a dry burst of breath on the three.

"Someone, anyone," Father Seraphim spoke loudly, "This girl needs immediate attention!"

It was quite obvious waiting in a line would do the poor woman no good.  Two nurses came with a wheeling bed.  The four of them together strapped her in the bed and she was wheeled off into an emergency room, "I'm Nurse Ada," a tall black nurse that was pushed the bed said, "What's her name?" She spoke as if Sylv was part of their family.

"Her name is... Sylvia W--," Aleksandr realized he had forgotten her last name.  He used to be good with names when he had been a social human being.  There was something about the age of contemplation he would never shake, "I don't know her last name. I'm sorry."

Nurse Ada was silent as the bed turned a corner.  The room she pulled Sylvia into was full of different patients lying on beds.  Each patient had a curtain on either side, providing a little privacy, "Check her I.D. Does she have a purse on her?"

Both men shook their head.  Father Seraphim had his black, wool prayer rope out, "It might be in the car.  Aleksy, you stay here.  I'll go... find it," he said curiously after realizing Aleksandr had relations to the woman.

[h3]Lucy[/h3] 

"Why haven't they reported the boy's death?"  Lucy spoke quietly but harshly.  She ran a hand through her short, wavy hair, "Of course. They can't [i]not[/i] be related..." Lucy's hazel eyes narrowed.  She scoffed, making a small hissing sigh as she bled out the words, "Good bye," through her teeth.  She put her smartphone down and let out a breath from her lips. She brought her knees to her chest, hugging them.  [i]The poor boy's family.  What must they be thinking?  The murders all happened on the same block.[/i]  She rested her forehead on her knees.  There was something so disgusting about this situation.  

Lucy thought they had the werewolf packs in the city running scared.  [i[What did this murder mean?  Were they protesting?  Or was there something else...[/i]  She lifted her forehead and now rested her chin on her knees, glancing out the curtains in her bedroom.  The next full moon was September 16th, a Harvest Moon.  The last Full Moon was a Sturgeon Moon, "Hummm..." Lucy said aloud to the quiet room.  The sound of her ceiling fan spinning around made the only reply to her.

There was roughly two weeks to gather as much information as possible.

Lucy undid herself, letting her limbs crupled away from her body as she propped herself from her bed.  She was wearing a black lace bra and black lace panties.  There was something about being strictly a werewolf hunter that left her half naked majority of the time.  Doing research with clothes was such a bore.  However, this was a seemingly serious situation.  She made actually need pants and a shirt for the field research she about to conduct.  A small smirk was drawn on her lips as she walked over to her apartmet closet. [@Arista]