Peter Andersen

Entering his home, Peter saw that Elsa was sitting down, a book in hand, reading quietly.  He hung up his coat, the winter chill was sweeping over the port town of Helsingor, but his hunt had gone well.  He had cleaned up at headquarters, but there was something on his mind.  His daughter had remained quiet for sometime, and truth be told, he was beginning to worry.

"Elsa, have you heard from Elyse?" he asked. He was always right to the point.

A moment passed "I have not - still nothing."

Peter paused in thought.  It wasn't like Elsa to hesitate - especially where Elyse was concerned. "I called her today - it said her number wasn't a working number anymore."

Peter watched his wife as she responded, looking for anything else that might seem odd.  "I've been trying too - I've gotten nothing." She had raised her book as he said this covering more of her mouth, and she hadn't looked at him as she said this.

"You're lying," he said, matter of factly.

"I don't think you're lying about that.  I think you've spoken to her," he approached her, his face grim and pulled the book from her hand. "When and why are you hiding this?"

There was fear in Elsa's eyes.  Yes, his wife knew what he was capable of. "She's my little girl..." Her voice was weak and afraid.  Peter didn't respond, just waited for more. "She called - I didn't know the number - it was encrypted.  She's...

"In hiding? Peter finished. "Is she one of these...godlings" he said the last word with contempt as he closed in, preventing his wife from escaping her chair.

"No," she flinched as his gazed hardened even more. "She's not - I swear...she's...

"Tell me," he spoke softly, but the coldness in his voice scared Elsa more than anything. 

"A wolfkin..." she said quietly, hanging her head in shame.[/color]