Felix sat at his office chair, the paperwork he had been piled into proved to be slightly successful. He found who Destiny's parents were, however he did not have any records of where they are now. He also found out that the 'thing' following Destiny was a demon and that explains why the scent trail kept disappearing into thin air. The only thing left to discover was who it was. Felix knew a few, but he did not care to become acquaintances, nor talk much at all. The only good thing about Demons was their capability of bestowing powers upon someone, or saving their life; however it all came at a price, whether that's becoming their servant for life, or compensating payment with a soul. Felix's chest rumbled, a low growl emitting from deep within his core. He despised Demons and everything that came with them. What would it gain from capturing her? The Demon had every chance it could have ever wanted to kidnap her, before Felix came along; yet it didn't. Why? What had her parents done? Maybe she summoned a Demon to aid in her abilities.
Felix shook his head, ridding himself of the pessimistic thoughts that plagued his mind. Destiny was not like that. She was his innocent little doll, and he preferred to keep her that way. Although, time was not on their side. She would shift soon and it still appeared that she had not even a clue as to what was happening to her. He had several of his best, including Sergil keeping an eye on Destiny and to report if she had shown any changes. This was the first time since he took Destiny home that he had actually just sat down and thought. It was important that he distracted his wolf as much as possible during his mate's heat otherwise; he may very well go crazy.
A firm, slow rasp came from the office door. Felix was facing away from it, however he did not need to ask who it was, he already knew. The scent was sharp and tangy, "Come in Sergil," his beta pushed the door open, as he walked through its threshold.
He closed the door gently behind him, "Alpha," Sergil greeted, folding his hands respectively in front of himself.
"Is this pertaining to Destiny?" Felix questioned, turning in his swivel chair to look at his beta. The small childish part of him enjoyed the delicate swing that occurred when he turned. However, the adult part of him did not allow him to relish to long in the nostalgic feeling. He refocused on Sergil and the information he had to offer.
"Well... yes and no. I think I have an ideal as to when to know she will shift," he paused waiting for Felix to give him permission to continue. Felix nodded, accepting Sergil's suggestion. "Remember the mark we all get a few days prior to shifting? The crescent moon on our wrist?" He asked. Felix looked down at his own wrist, almost forgetting the mark that made him who he was. The Mark of the Beast, all Werewolves had it, just below the Thenar muscle on the wrist. Felix remembered trying to cut it off when he was 14; he loathed being a Werewolf at first. Mostly because he was an emotional mess, feeling both his wolf's strained emotions as well as his own. He thought he as well as everyone else were crazy for thinking they could turn into a wolf, and thought that it was theater tricks when someone showed him that they could turn. That is, until his Alpha had commanded him to shift after the pack doctor confirmed the night he would shift.
