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two years ago
"Her name is Natalie Daigle and she's a succubus," Morrell announced to her brother who was currently staring at the file that his sister was holding in his hands. Morrell had went to Deaton in hopes that he would offer to help the Alpha pack train the young succubus despite the fact he had decided to quit being an emissary after his pack had died in the Hale Fire.
"And Deucalion brought her to you?" Deaton asked, reading the police file in his sister's hands as he read over the details of the charges on her case. Deaton didn't need to be a mind-reader to already know that whatever Deucalion had planned for Natalie wasn't good.
"New succubi have a distinct scent to werewolves - they aren't able to hide it yet. Look at the case with her boyfriend, she claims that he held her hand and in five seconds he was dead. She needs someone who can teach her control - Deucalion and I can do that." Morrell informed her brother who stared disappointedly back at her - not liking that his sister had yet to get away from the demon wolf.
"You're not going to help me, are you?" Morrell asked, Deaton, shaking his head no since he didn't want to encourage his sister's actions of helping Deucalion expand his pack and turn teenagers into monsters.
"I do hope you teach her control. A young girl shouldn't have that type of curse." Deaton referred to the succubus's notorious kiss of death - the kiss being known for draining the life out of boys while every part of their body screamed out in agony. A succubus was a deadly creature for everyone near it and not someone that Deaton wanted Deucalion to have control over.
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Deucalion walked into the police station with Morrell helping him - insisting that he was here to defend Natalie Daigle to the cop at the reception. Morrell opened the door for the two as she guided Deucalion in before quickly shutting the door as she left him to talk to Natalie alone in the interrogation room.
Natalie's head perked up once she heard the footsteps, her face was still covered with mascara stains after she had spent the last five hours crying - every part of her body beginning to feel dehydrated since she had practically cried out every bit of water in it.
"Good morning, Ms. Daigle." Deucalion greeted, tapping his cane out as he pulled out the chair to sit down before laying his cane on the table.
"Are you my lawyer?" Natalie asked, unsure of who the man was in front of her since she was barely given any information about what was happening with the situation around her. In fact, anytime the officers had talked to her at first, they had given up shortly afterwards since anytime she had talked it was incoherent due to her sobbing.
