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Chapter 3
Nathanael groaned as his beeper went off. He sat up in bed and grabbed his beeper. He cursed the fact that besides the fact he was the packs head doctor he also worked for the state as a coroner. He blinked to focus his eyes. He groaned in reluctance; he was wanted on scene. His wife mumbled and rolled over. Nathanael got out of bed and got dressed. His assistant would meet him with the all-important coffee.
He opened his phone and quick dialled the sheriff. "Where do you want me?" he said as he pulled his shoes on and scribbled with his other hand the address. "I can be there in twenty minutes." he hung up his phone, grabbed his keys and his coat. He checked to make sure he had his ID. He left his wife to sleep knowing he would be back before she woke.
He got into his car and drove to the scene. His assistant was waiting for him as he flashed his ID to the officer keeping people from ducking under the tape. He was waved pass the police tape keeping people from getting too close to the scene. He got out and went around to the back of his SUV; he opened the back and pulled on his overalls to keep himself from contaminating the scene. He pulled disposable shoe covers on then rubber gloves. He grabbed his medical bag as his assistant walked forward carrying a camera and a coffee. Nathanael gulped the coffee down. He took a deep breath, blood, death and the faint scent of male arousal found his nose.
They walked over to where the police were gathered. The acrid scent of drying blood and bodily functions assaulted his nose. Nathanael started to take shallow breaths until his sensitive nose adjusted to the overpowering smells. The police stepped aside to let Nathanael approach, Nathanael paused; there was a large pool of blood. Nathanael pulled out his recorder. "Appears that the victim bled to death." he picked a path to approach the body without stepping in the pool of drying blood. He checked where he was putting his bag to make sure he wasn't going to contaminate anything. He then carefully lifted the blanket covering the woman's body.
Nathanael heard rather then saw his assistant turn and run to get away to throw up. Nathanael was cold as his eyes scanned the victim. Her throat was torn open, deeply to the point of being the most probable cause of death as the arterial veins had been severed. His eyes scanned down; her chest was torn open to the bone, her stomach had been torn out with her entrails having been partially eaten. Nathanael closed his eyes, he knew that a Were had done this. Not even the cruellest of humans could do this kind of damage. He turned his recorder back on.
"Victim is an I-C-1 female approximately twenty one years old. The victim is apparently naked with lacerations to the face, neck, chest, arms legs…" Nathanael carefully rolled her over to check her back. "And back, bruises grazes." He lifted her hand to examine her fingers, "Victim appears to have defensive wounds on her forearms and skin under her nails." Nathanael kept listing his observations on the condition of the body. He knew Wolfgang would not be pleased about this, not if it were one of theirs who had killed this woman. He would be positively pissed if it were a rogue wolf on his territory that had not been picked up sooner.
He went to take her liver temperature only to realise the liver had been taken. He stood and walked over to his assistant. "Are you good?" He asked. His assistant nodded.
Nathanael smiled. "I know it isn't pretty but I need a full spread." Nathanael told him.
He nodded took a deep breath and went to take the photos.
The Sheriff and the Police chief stood next to each other. Sheriff Jenkins stood with his hands in his pockets. "So… does it look like one of the Were attacked her." Jenkins asked. Both Jenkins and Watterson knew Nathanael was pack, more often then not they turned to the pack to help track people down.
Nathanael nodded,"I'm afraid so. I don't recognise the scent so it could be a rogue, then again I don't know the individual scents of each pack member."
"So will you pass it onto your pack leader?" Police chief Watterson asked.
Nathanael nodded. "Yes, I have no choice, Wolfgang is the only one who can do anything, can organise a hunt. All appropriate paper work will be handled."
The two men nodded. "Just do it quickly." Jenkins commented. "We don't want a lynching mob to get it into their heads to take on a Were."
"I'll inform him now." Nathanael started to say as his phone started to ring. Nathanael picked up. "Nathanael speaking…" He answered.
"Doc." A deep male voice spoke into his ear.
Nathanael frowned, why was the caretaker of Haven calling him. "Yes Drifter what can I do for you?" Nathanael asked hoping it wasn't something that would keep him from his bed tonight.
"I need you at haven…" Nathanael could hear a fight in the background and breaking glass. "Like now." Drifter finished.
"What's wrong?" Nathanael asked calmly.
"A woman presented to haven, fresh attack marks… I'll explain once you get her and knock her out she's going mental." Drifter hung up.
Nathanael frowned, not coincidence, two attacks, one night. "Forgive me gentlemen, pack matter." Nathanael said in way of an explanation as to the interruption. Nathanael turned to his assistant who had just walked over from taking the scene photos for Nathanael's report. "I need you to bag and tag her, take her back and log her in, I will do the autopsy tomorrow lunch time." he turned to the police chief and sheriff who nodded that was acceptable.
Nathanael grabbed his things. He dumped it in his car stripped out of the protective clothing and logging it just in case he had picked up any trace on his shoes or gloves. He got in the car and drove off. It took him an hour to drive to haven. All the while, his mind was ticking, two attacks, one survivor, both women. It was instinctual for an attack victim to head straight for haven going back to the days when they lived as animals and humans were few. Each pack created a safe place for those people to come to terms with their new life, a true haven where they were protected and the world was protected from them until they were able to control themselves.
He pulled over outside the massive building, Haven was also the place the pack used for members who need around the clock care. He grabbed his medical bag and walked into the foyer of Haven. He glanced around at the destruction and decided to follow it. Four men were struggling with a woman, they were trying to be careful as to not add to her wounds but she was attacking them. Nathanael knelt and pulled out a syringe and a sedative, not one that would knock her out but one that would help her calm down and loose control of her muscles.
