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Albrecht Wolff

"I think you travel to search and you come back home to find yourself there."

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a character in “Bellingstone, PA”, as played by Scarlet Loup

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“I think you travel to search and you come back home to find yourself there.”
~ Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie




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FULL NAME
Albrecht Felix Wolff

NICKNAMES
"Al" - practically his first name at this point, Albrecht uses this nickname in any personal setting and reserves his full name for business and professional scenarios
"Asshole" - a very common nickname in these parts, especially from his brother, given their history

DATE OF BIRTH
November 10th, 1981

AGE
35

OCCUPATION
Lawyer; Mayoral Candidate

GENDER
Male

SEXUALITY
Pansexual

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PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION
Of the two Wolff brothers, Albrecht has the taller, more broad build. He stands at a grand six feet, five inches and weighs a bit over two hundred pounds. His hair is kept short and pushed back with product, revealing an expressive forehead. His facial hair is often grown out slightly, giving him a more rugged appearance, but he keeps it shaped well. Al's eyes are a deep, sad blue, and they are framed by prominent eyebrows that he likes to wiggle in expression. In terms of scars, he bears a fair amount of claw and bite marks that have stayed with him into adulthood. His most noticeable scar is a thin claw mark that rests dangerously close to his eye.

Some wrinkles have begun to form, cornering his mouth and eyes, but they only make him look more mature and apt for life as a lawyer. Besides these, however, he has retained his youthful, athletic appearance throughout school. He dresses well, often choosing a pair of jeans with a dress shirt or a nicer t-shirt.

PERSONALITY
Before leaving Bellingstone for college, it was Albrecht who took on the role of the responsible older brother with a sense of duty. He was a natural leader from birth, gifted with a sort of infectious charm that is found in a country boy. Having tasted freedom, however, Al has little desire to return to what he once had.

It's ironic, however, given the fact that Al is so insecure in terms of personal relationships. He may come off as far more easy-going and laid back, but he still worries about never finding someone to love when he can hardly commit himself to the group he grew up with his entire life. As much as he still hates the commitment of the pack, he realizes he needs something like it as a stable force in his life and sees his candidacy in a mayoral election as a way to solidify his reappointment as Alpha male.

He still has the same charm about him, but it has mutated into something more arrogant and city-like. Al is fast-moving and always itching to do new things and push the bounds of his personal freedom. He is quick to grow jealous and protective, even if he actually can't find a valid claim for something he is fighting over. Despite his easy-going nature, he is also far more aggressive than he seems to be, likely a result of personal insecurity.

LIKES
The Water - He's a talented fisher and boater, having spent most of his childhood on the lake outside of Bellingstone
Sports - An active man all of his life, Al is never one to back down from a good game of football or really any other sport
Independence - In the sense of being able to choose his own path, not necessarily in forsaking other beings
Socialization - He's one of those people who claims social interaction is a basic human need
Sparring - Though he acts as though he has mellowed with age, Albrecht still has a love for mock-fights and shows of strength

DISLIKES
Shoes - Albrecht finds them constricting and is often found barefoot around his home
Cooking - He's always hated cooking as it seems tedious to him - he also harbors a slight fear of the stovetop
Lies - Quite the hypocrite, he hates those who lie to further themselves when he, in turn, only left Bellingstone on the back of a lie
Being Wrong - He's quick to grow defensive and even belligerent when proved wrong
Bugs - They're a pain, and they tend to get stuck in fur

FEARS
☠ Being unable to find a pack
☠ Commitment
☠ Dying alone





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BIOGRAPHY
Albrecht's life was set out for him long before he was born. As the eldest of Richard and Laura Wolff, he was destined to be the pack's Alpha male before he could even walk or talk. His childhood was an easy one in which he was doted upon by much of the townsfolk, especially the pack. This attention only worked to inflate his growing self-confidence, grooming him for a position that would require self-assurance in an abundance.

By the time Axel was born, Al was already establishing himself as a dominant force in play groups. Aggressive from a young age, he often used his height as an intimidation factor. His baby brother stealing the spot light from him only spurred him to establish himself as a force to be reckoned with. Though he showed a responsible, level-headed facade on the surface, he was still a Wolff boy, and he channeled frustration in growing resentment and aggression. In the end, it only pushed Al to transform himself into a golden boy, the apple of his father's eye. So consumed with maintaining his reputation was he that he allowed his relationship with his own brother to falter into disrepair from an early age.

Al excelled in school, proving to be just as quick-witted as he was charismatic. He knew, of course, that he would have to lead the pack one day, but he was instilled with dreams of skipping town and making something more of himself from a young age. They were dreams he kept to himself, letting them fester silently as he fought to live up to everyone's expectations. And so, he buried these intrusive thoughts in the back of his mind, waiting for a time when he could finally act on them.

In the mean time, he had become utterly distracted by the new girl in town. He was somewhere in his late teens when Sydney Green first arrived in Bellingstone, and he knew from quite early on that she had to be the one. After days of gazing at her in passing, he finally approached her, asking her on a date. From there, they took of, hardly looking back - their sudden infatuation became the talk of the town, and the two lovebirds spent nearly every waking moment together. Their relationship culminated in him proposing to her.

The wedding planning was a rush - his parents and her parents getting everything together as quickly as possible for the two lovebirds. A shame that all of their plans would end up going to waste. In either the most extreme case of pre-wedding jitters or an early-onset mid-life crisis, Albrecht was suddenly reminded of hid childhood dreams to leave the small town and attend college. Already twenty-nine, he felt as though his life had slipped past him all too quickly. And so, the night before his wedding, he took a much as he could carry - including half of his parents savings - and skipped town without a word.

He made his way to California, and he pushed himself through college and law school on a combination of multiple jobs and the money he had stolen. Picking up extra credits here or there, he made it through in about six years. Along the way, he attempted to join multiple packs, but he failed to find his niche, often picking fights with the current alpha males as he struggled to adjust to being a lone wolf. In fact, the scar near his eye is the doing of an angry alpha.

At the end of his studies, Al returned to Pennsylvania, practicing law for a while in Pittsburgh as he began to house-shop in his hometown. Eventually, he found a suitable Victorian-style home along the town's main street and decided to move in. He has only been in town for two days now, but the town is stirring with whispers of Albrecht Wolff's return. Something of a prodigal son figure, he has decided to ride it out and use it to fuel his campaign for mayor, figuring it is the best way to prove himself to the pack and to the citizens of Bellingstone.


So begins...

Albrecht Wolff's Story

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Those rumors were not baseless, as Axel would soon learn. Albrecht had indeed returned to town almost half of a week beforehand. He had managed to hide away in his newly-purchased house for the first day, unpacking the boxes he had brought with him.

The next day had been spent organizing and reorganizing his house. In fact, so were the next two days. But there was only so much he could do without driving himself insane, and so Al had finally ventured from his home for the first time that morning. He had gone for a jog that morning without causing a commotion, and perhaps that had given him enough gumption to try and make his official return to Bellingstone.

Or perhaps his official return had happened when he first submitted his intent to run for mayor in the emergency election to replace Jethro Clarke. Maybe he should have spoken to either his brother or his parents before he had come into town. It was too late for that now though, and here he was, staring down his family's diner from across the street and a few storefronts away.

Certainly, the news was breaking now, and it was only a matter of time before Axel heard the news from someone else. Al took a deep breath in and then out once more. He took a step towards the diner and then stopped again.

God, why was this so hard?

Al pulled his phone out of his pocket and unlocked it. He could call his mother or his father, tell him he was here first. His finger hovered over their phone numbers. No, Axel was the one he had to speak to. They had never gotten along as children, but they were older now, and so certainly those days had passed.

But perhaps he would wait until it looked like the diner had calmed down a bit. Until then, he sat down on a park bench, continuing to stare down the diner as he considered the best way to make his re-entrance into Bellingstone.

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Carrie drove to downtown Bellingstone right after her meeting with the sheriff. She was forced to search for a parking space down the street from Felix's Diner, since almost every spot close to it had been taken. As she searched, she spotted Albrecht Wolff sitting across the street from the diner alone on a bench. What luck. she thought. Her number one suspect just sitting there waiting for her so it seemed. But it wasn't really all that lucky. In a little town like Belllingstone it wasn't that unusual to run into people, including people like the mayor, or in this case the mayoral candidate.

She drove on and found a place to park at the end of the street and walked towards where she saw Al. Watching him unawares, she observed him from a distance. He was looking contemplatively at the diner, a hidden battle going on inside his mind. Even appearing a bit anxious with his expressive brows furrowed upwards. Other than the nervous expression at the moment, he appeared as the Albrecht she knew from her youth. He was tall even sitting down, athletically built, and dressed sharply (though with more expensive clothing she noted, business must have been well in Pittsburgh). His harmless face and charisma made him approachable but belied his truly dominant nature. In his youth he had been a bully, something she witnessed first hand as Axel's childhood playmate. If she was ever at the Wolff house, he was bound to appear seemingly out of nowhere to either shove Axel into a wall as he went by or jump scare them both. She had hated him, not for being a jerk as she expected of most teenage boys, but for being as mean as he was to Axel. She didn't have any siblings but his aggressiveness always seemed excessive to her.

However she had no idea the person he had become in the last few years of his absence. She would have to reserve judgement, even though she was looking at him for murder. She had to both utilize their history and not let it cloud her analysis simultaneously, which was going to be one of the hardest things overall to do in this investigation. She honestly didn't know Albrecht Wolff anymore, but she did know a few facts she had researched beforehand. Interestingly they had followed a similar trajectory, both running off to college, studying similar fields (she criminal justice, him law - he was working as a lawyer now), and moving to the city (Pittsburgh coincidentally like her), only to end up right back where they started. She was curious to hear what reasons he would give for returning and why he was sitting outside his family's restaurant like a stranger in the cold.

She finally reached him.

"So are you going in or not?" she asked him from behind the bench, moving around to stand beside him. She shoved both her hands in her barn coat pockets casually. ".... You look nervous, I can't say I've ever seen you look that way before, Al." She smiled as their eyes met, not in a mocking way but in a light teasing manner, even a little sympathetic. "Do you mind if I sit down?"

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Saturday. That's what day it was and while she could be spending her time doing something else, she was at the diner as usual beside Axel. Sydney could not help but let out a soft groan at the thought as she wiped down the counter she was just leaning down on. Sydney groaned again as she eyed Axel with an expressionless face then folded the now damped towel and laid it down on the counter. A few more customers walked in as she grabbed her notepad and pen then waltzed over towards them with a smile and a greeting. She asked the customers to follow her towards a table and seated them at separate tables and booths then got their orders, just as she looked over and saw Axel spill water onto a customer.

That smile she had plastered upon her face went away whenever she saw the display then saw him head back into the kitchen. Knowing Sydney, she wanted to say something right then and there as she took the customers their drinks first then went back to retrieve their orders, handing it to them with a thanks then told them to let her know if they needed anything.

While she tried to remain somewhat happy for the day, she honestly could not with the rumors that she's been hearing as of late. Albrecht had returned to Bellingstone and was lurking around somewhere but if that was the case, why hasn't he exactly reached out towards his own brother, Axel, anything of the pack members or more importantly, herself. It was definitely something she did not want to think about right now but those thoughts shrouded her mind, no doubt.

Axel came back out of the kitchen as she eyed him again, taking the glass of water from his hand and holding into hers now. "I got this." Sydney could tell that something was bothering Axel but she wondered if what bothering him was the same thing that was bothering her. She gave the new glass of water to the customer that was waiting for it then went back behind the counter and stood beside Axel now, exhaling a sigh as she leaned down beside him now.

"Something's not right here, Axel. I can't help but to feel that way and I know you feel the same way." Sydney remarked towards him as she rested her hand upon his back now, shooting a soft smile his way. "Let's just get through the day." She muttered towards him in a comforting tone as she took her apron off for a moment then laid it down on the counter. "I am going to go and check the mailbox." She mentioned as she walked towards the door then turned towards him now. "Try not to spill anything else on anyone else until I get back."

Sydney left after those words as she hoped to herself that it caused Axel to smile or laugh, just to brighten up his day a little bit. As she walked to the side of the building where the mailbox was located, she seen three envelopes inside as she scanned through them then walked back inside as she sat the envelopes underneath the counter and placed her apron back around her waist as she huffed slightly.

"What are we to do if Albrecht is back? Hm?" She questioned towards Axel as she just really wanted to know how he felt upon hearing about Albrecht's return.

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Albrecht had lost himself in his thoughts quite quickly. Playing out scenarios in his mind had quickly taken precedent over the actual quandary at hand. Interestingly enough, each of his scenarios managed to play out well. Axel never yelled at him or seemed angry - quite the opposite, in fact, for Axel appeared to rejoice in each scenario. Mom and Dad were there, and they greeted their son with open embraces.

But he still sat on the bench, his perfectionist nature attempting to plan the best possible entrance. Would it be casual or over-the-top? Would he act as though he had always been there, like nothing had changed?

He was startled out of his thoughts as a voice piped up behind him. Al felt the skin prick along the back of his neck as he turned first one way and then the other, coming face to face with the petite woman. Something about her was painfully familiar. Beneath layers of scent, artificial and acquired over time, he could pick up something vaguely reminiscent of childhood. Obviously she knew him though, for she addressed him not only by name, but by his nickname.

Al fidgeted slightly, pursing his lips as he struggled to find her name. So intent was he in attempting to name her that he almost missed her question.

"Oh, yeah," he replied suddenly, sliding to one side of the bench to make room for her beside his looming figure. "Nervous? Nah, just deciding how best to go about the whole 'family reunion thing'." Al looked back to her now, brow furrowing once more before his face lit up. "Carrie! Little Carrie Pryderi, after all of these years?" Al beamed down at her, simultaneously glad to find a familiar face and a little too proud of himself for identifying her. "You look well - Bellingstone's treated you nicely these past few years."

Though he certainly was interested in catching up with her, he did hope that his redirection of the conversation would get her off of his case. For he certainly was nervous, though he wouldn't acknowledge it. He couldn't necessarily tell why, however, but there was a tension that lingered in the air. But then that tension took shape.

He caught her scent before he saw her - time hadn't changed her much at all. Sydney was the same woman he had known all of those years ago - the woman he had loved. "Syd..." he breathed softly as she left the diner and walked to the mailbox. Albrecht could have run to her in that moment - but she disappeared before he could even gather his bearings. And besides, it would reflect poorly on him if he ran off in the middle of a conversation.

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Inwardly Carrie balked at how foolhardy he was to think walking into the diner unannounced for a “family reunion” was going to go over well. Maybe he hadn't changed that much after all, the only difference was he might have gotten an even bigger head if that was possible. She took a seat next to him in the space he had made for her.

“Actually, I haven't spent much time here the last few years, I've come back recently same as you…” She said crossing her legs and interlocking her fingers over her knee. He was obviously not engaged in the conversation and she followed his eyes across the street to where Sydney was walking down the sidewalk.

The stunning blonde was Albrecht's shafted fiancee and now Alpha female of the Bellingstone pack. She could tell by Albrecht's longing gaze that perhaps not all his feelings had dissipated for her, though she wondered if he still really thought things would go back to the way they were before he left. As she disappeared back into the diner, Carrie spoke up again.

“You know, Axel’s been running the pack for some time now. And from what I heard, everyone's been quite happy with how things are.” She said, “don't you think your presence might just… I don't know… stir things up a bit?”

She eyed him sideways.

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”…all she can see is a sea of stars in front of her. Just an eerie sort of blackness, you know? And there’s a faint music swirling up from somewhere in the depths of it all, along with some amorphous blobs she can’t quite make out. And that’s how chapter eight will end. Is that alright?”

This morning in Bellingstone found Ellis pacing the floors of his kitchen, bare feet plodding a repetitious path over the linoleum. He had a tendency to walk when he spoke on the phone, too anxious as a person and too enthusiastic about what he was saying to even consider standing still.

He was speaking into his old cellphone, one so ancient in the fast terms of modern technology that it probably predated even the dated flip phone, his tone soft and tired but lined with sparks of excitement. In his other hand he held a cup of iced tea, sickeningly sweet in a way that only a true Southerner could stand to enjoy, which he gestured with enthusiastically and sporadically.

“I don’t know, Ellis. Is it alright?” the voice on the other end of the line hummed almost instantly, more teasing than critical. “Isn’t that a bit too weird? Will people really like that?”

“Weird?” Ellis sounded wounded, despite the tone. The tea in his glass sloshed around as he slumped against his refrigerator. It was a bit dramatic as far as gestures go, but it's not like anyone was there to judge him for it. “Really? I… Well, I thought it was a bit weird, sure, but maybe… God, Mary, if I cut that part, I’m going to have to change the book’s ending, and-”

Thick, warm laughter erupted from his phone, and his pitiful frown turned into a scowl. Oh, right. He'd forgotten who he was speaking to. When having a conversation with Mary Carter, you had to understand that there was always a target on your back for her teasing, sharp words.

“Oh, ha, ha, Mary. Laugh it up. Gonna give me a heart attack one of these days.”

“Oh, don’t be like that. You know better than to say things like ‘is that alright’ to me, like you’re not a published author. Stop pretending you're not brilliant, idiot,” Mary replied fondly. Ellis wasn't quite sure how she came under the impression that he wasn't a hapless idiot because, in all reality, he was. He was a self-conscious weirdo about everything he did. Honestly, sometimes he was anxious about his own breathing, wondering if it was too loud in public or over the phone. Take that general anxiety and multiply it by about hundred, and you were left with how he felt about his own writing. He was still waiting for the other shoe to drop and for the world to figure out that he was a hack. There was no other way to explain his good luck and success other than as a cruel practical joke by some deity (with his luck it was probably one of the asshole gods too, like Loki or Hera).

"You've made some good progress though, Ellis. Especially after everything." Her tone dropped down, suddenly worried and sympathetic. "How are you really feeling Ellis? Is there anything I can do for you?"

How was Ellis feeling? Confused, conflicted, angry, sad, desperate, tired... A whole menagerie of unpleasant emotions on top of the dull ache and occasional sharp sting that knitted itself through his shoulder and back at the most inopportune moments. But he couldn't say that, couldn't get into anything even nearing the truth. He'd fed Mary and anyone else who asked a story about a wildcat attack, and they believed it well enough. Why wouldn't they? Bizarre things tended to follow Ellis like a plague. It was no more difficult to believe than the time he'd gotten trapped in a wall trying to get a squirrel out of his house or when a lamb had tried to pick a fight with him.

That a mountain lion had been near a small town and eager to harass Ellis was easier to believe than the reality, anyways, although it had been all he could do to keep Mary and his parents from taking Bellingstone by storm to drag off their wayward writer. He couldn't see any of them right now, no matter how desperate he was for some familiar company. Everything was still too new, and it was all he could do to adjust on his own without the pressure of over-doting friends and family. It honestly made him uncomfortable when people worried about him too much. It wasn't that he didn't understand the desire because he worried about himself all of the time. It was just a bit unsettling that people actually cared enough.

"You could let me take a break to work on my chapter on kelpies," Ellis said, trying to force his tired voice into something light-hearted. No need to make Mary even more worried than she was. "In fact, the book that I've been trying to find- you know, The Water People? The one that's been out of print since 1850? Bellingstone's library actually has a copy. God knows how, but they do. I'll be stopping by later today to take a look at it." Or maybe it wasn't too terribly amazing. That they had a copy of an old book was hardly the most surprising thing about a library run by an unnervingly attractive vampire (vampires. Ha. Good thing he hadn't tried to write any books on those or he'd be too embarrassed to ever venture out to the local library).

"You're going out? On your own? Are you sure you're feeling alright?" Mary laughed.

"Honestly, Mary. I can be social if I want. In fact, if you must know, I may be seeing some acquaintances of mine later," Ellis said loftily. He knew he was laying it on a bit thick, but Mary seemed far too amused by the idea of him willingly socializing to go back to her concerned questions.

"Is it the dishy diner guy? Please tell me it's the dishy diner guy."

Ellis rolled his eyes. "I said Axel was handsome once, Mary. Once. When I was drugged out on painkillers and God knows what else. Besides, the man's got half the town running after his tail-" he snorted a little at his own secret pun, "and he's not exactly my type."

"And what is your type, then?" asked Mary.

"Well, someone I'm certain isn't completely straight, for one." The two burst into laughter, finally back to a more companionable conversation. Smooth, Ellis. He deserved an award for that crafty misdirection. He couldn't tell her his other objections, anyways. It's a bit difficult to explain dynamics like Alpha Wolves and Pack Leaders when one can't even bring up the whole werewolf thing.

"But, no. I was... Actually considering popping in at the, uh, the diner. I need to go grocery shopping and, well, you know... And then, ah, maybe texting the girl I met in the classics section. Poppy? I know we've only known each for such a little while, but after everything that's happening around here, I guess... Well, I mean to say-"

"That's sweet that you're worried about her. I'm sure she'd appreciate you checking in, even if it's just a text." Ellis could practically feel her approval over the phone.

"You don't think it would be too weird? Like I'm sticking my nose into someone else's business?" asked Ellis, biting his bottom lip. He wasn't exactly the best at socializing, but Poppy had been one of the few people outside of the Pack who'd bothered speaking with him so far, even with everything that had happened to her recently.

"Sweetie, if anyone thought that, you'd be better off not being friends with them anyways."

There was a moment of contented silence before Ellis heard a knocking on Mary's side of the phone followed by a muffled conversation.

"Oh, sorry, Ellis," Mary said after a moment. "Pete's summoning me for brunch. He sends his love, by the way."

"Sure he does." Despite the sarcasm dripping from his words, Ellis was sure Pete- practical, sweet Pete who kept both his wife Mary and adopted problem-friend Ellis in check when their combined idiosyncrasies threatened to burn the world around them- had actually said that verbatim. He was just that kind of guy. "And tell him I send mine."

"Will do. Enjoy your day of nerdlyness and socializing, you dork."

"Enjoy your brunch, basic white girl."

Ellis hung up first, fighting back a yawn. He hadn't slept much last night, too busy trying to play catch-up on his books to even consider taking a break to sleep. It was a bit ironic, honestly, that he'd come to Bellingstone for a bit of peace and quiet while he wrote and had wound up spending most of his time licking his own wounds (metaphorically, of course. Well, at least in his human form) and trying to even vaguely comprehend the reality that many of the people around him, including himself, weren't quite human. Or human at all, in some cases.

His eyes darted over to the clock above his kitchen table, and a dull sort of anxiety settled in his stomach. Should he leave the house today? He didn't have to, technically. It wasn't like his library book was going to go anywhere, and he was sure he had enough snacks in the pantry to keep him fed for awhile longer. Plus, he'd never actually told anything in the pack that he'd stop by today, and Poppy surely had other things to worry about. Not to mention the fact that there was no Pack meeting that he knew of...

No. He wouldn't fall into that trap again. Whether he liked it or not, Bellingstone was his home for the time being, at least until his rental period was up and he got used to the whole werewolf thing, and goodness knows how long that would take. He should at least attempt to be polite, even if that meant stepping out of his comfort zone.

With all of the determination he could muster, he finished his tea and wandered into his bedroom to get ready. Today was a comfort day, he realized, bypassing the interestingly patterned scarves and shirts in favor of broken-in jeans and a soft gray t-shirt. He hesitated for a moment, eying his bedroom mirror before pulling on an olive green jacket. While it wasn't a cold day, he could still see the raw, red scarring poking out from his sleeve, an aching, menacing reminder. He couldn't, he just couldn't-

Ellis took a wobbly breath, slipping on his shoes and running a hand through his hair. Good enough. It wasn't like he had anyone to impress (besides, his mind unhelpfully supplied, everybody he saw). If he thought about it anymore, he might not leave the house after all.

The nice thing about Bellingstone was that it was possible to walk just about anywhere you wanted to go if you had a bit of time, and the Escape Bar and Grill was no exception, even if Ellis had only been there once or twice before. The town itself was lovely too, scenic in a way that had Ellis a bit homesick for his mountainous hometown. Well, the nature bit, not the people bit. At least in Bellingstone he had a fifty-fifty chance of not being recognized as that one guy who got attacked by a wild animal on his first night in town.

That being said, fifty-fifty still wasn't the best odds. He pulled out his phone, more to pretend to be busy and avoid conversation with others wandering about the town today. One could only imagine his surprise when his phone let out a sudden ring, one of those stock ringtones that had once been annoying but was now almost unbearable with Ellis's enhanced hearing. He fumbled with the device, pulling up the text screen with a few clumsy movements.

From: Poppy
Hey you! <3 Wanna link up later? Got some stuff to clean up first tho


Ellis blinked for a moment, stopping in the middle of the sidewalk before a small but entirely sincere smile tugged on his lips. Poppy had insisted on exchanging phone numbers with him the second time they'd met, and she'd quickly shown herself to be charm and genuine warmth itself. They hadn't seen each other much since Ellis had arrived in Bellingstone, their conversations fluctuating with certain events that had rocked their respective lives within the past month. He'd never been quite sure if it was a misguided attempt at kindness or an actual desire to speak with him that had prompted her to actually pursue a conversation with him, but he was grateful for whatever it was. The Pack was... nice, but they were overbearing in a very real way. Poppy was outside of that, a sanctuary of something a little normal (well, more normal than most of them) in this very odd town.

To: Poppy
Hello, Poppy. I would love to. Tell me when and where, and I'll be there.


He typed every word out in a slow, painstaking way, more to do with his technological ineptitude than his mounting hesitation. He paused for a moment before adding-

To: Poppy
I promise I didn't mean for that to rhyme.


-just for good measure. He hit send and immediately tucked his phone away. It was easier not to dwell on the reply that may or may not come if he wasn't keeping an eye on his phone.

Which was when he realized that he was closer to the diner than he'd initially thought and that he certainly wasn't alone on the city street. A little ways ahead, two figures were sitting on a park bench, apparently enjoying what this Saturday had to offer. They were strangers to Ellis, which wasn't terribly surprising given his general newness to the town and the fact that the thought of interacting with strangers on purpose made him cringe.

Why was everyone in Bellingstone so damn attractive? That was Ellis's first thought when he spotted the giant of a man speaking with a sweet faced woman. It was like watching models converse, or at least models who had interesting things to say.

His second thought, however, was something more akin to, "What on Earth is that smell?"

His nostrils flared, and his steps faltered for a brief moment, eyes darting over to the man specifically. That wasn’t a scent that he’d been expecting.

It was rather embarrassing, in Ellis’s opinion, that of all of the senses that could have started to sharpen first, it had to have been his sense of smell. Maybe he’d been dreaming too big when he’d hoped for night vision or super healing, and the punishment for his hubris was having to wear a medical mask for at least a week, too overwhelmed by even the softest of scents to breathe without any sort of barrier. It had been a sad day indeed when he had had to put all of his scented candles out in his shed, their once comforting scents sickening for a time as he adjusted to his new sense of self.

He’d adjusted, in the end, and differentiating smells was easier for him now. For example, in Eliss’s mind vampires generally tended to smell a little clinical, very clean with a sharp tang of iron (there was also something else there too, like spice and old books, but that was possibly just Ivan Moreau). Werewolves, on the other hand, smelled more like the Earth, all dirt and fallen leaves as undertones to whatever other perfumes or colognes they had on. That’s what he was smelling right now, from this stranger, and that was odd indeed.

Ellis hadn’t heard about any werewolves outside of the Pack (and it was always Pack with a capital P in his mind) in Bellingstone, and, alright, he was new, but Axel had been pretty clear that he was the local Alpha Male and had failed to mention any lone wolves roaming nearby, and…

Oh, God, he was staring at them both. Ellis’s face flushed red in embarrassment. He tried to alleviate his own inherent awkwardness with a polite smile, failed when it turned into a slightly pleasant grimace, and promptly picked up his pace, attempting to pass by. Haha, pay no attention to the weird man who didn't know how to function. Oh, God, why had he left home today again? The diner, a place that filled him with many mixed emotions, was beginning to look like an absolute safe haven.

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He caught the tail-end of her comment as he pulled his gaze from Sydney and turned back to look at Carrie once more. At first, he had planned on continuing the conversation by picking up where she had begun to drift off, but she was quick to redirect the conversation once Sydney had disappeared back into the diner. He couldn't help but wonder if Sydney had a feeling he was here, if she knew her lover had returned to Bellingstone.

"Has he now?" asked Albrecht, smiling a little bit. He gave a soft laugh of disbelief. "Didn't really think he had it in him." But this laugh died off as she continued to speak.

"I suppose it could 'stir things up'," Al conceded, making air quotes for emphasis. He looked towards the diner once more before turning to Carrie again. "I have a duty to the pack though. I never really abandoned it - I'm sure they know that too." A smirk pulled at his lips. "Besides, Axel's competent enough, but he never was one for leading. You and I both know that."

He might have said more, but he suddenly perked up slightly, his eyes widening for a moment as a scent hit him. The breeze must have changed, suddenly bringing the smell straight to him. It was a werewolf's scent - that much he knew almost instantly. Albrecht looked over his shoulder with a sort of eagerness, as though hoping to find a member of the pack waiting for him, but instead, the only person there was...well, he wasn't what Al had expected.

The man had an awkwardness about him, and the scent he gave off reminded Al of when Axel had begun to come into his own, gaining his abilities as he had gone through puberty. It almost made Al want to pity him, and perhaps his face contorted for a moment into something that displayed this sudden concern for the timid man. He looked like he hadn't seen the outside world in days.

"Hello there," Al greeted, quite matter-of-factly as he gave a slight wave of his hand. "Can't say I ever met you before." Albrecht wondered all of a sudden if the werewolf before him was of the pack. He had to be, right? Rogue werewolves never really fit into the framework of Bellingstone. And so it could only help to mention himself, no?

"I'm Al," he stated, turning his body almost one hundred and eighty degrees so that he leaned on the back of the bench, his torso fully facing the man as he extended a large hand. "Al Wolff."