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Nathan was talking on a cellphone, and opened the Front Door. He was too distracted with important phone calls, and trying to take care of things to pay attention.

"Look, do whatever you have to keep this out of the press. Not one word gets printed while I get this straightened out, and make sure Peter's name isn't mentioned at all." He ordered into the phone as he strode in. And then heard a beep alerting him that the signal was lost.

"Aw hell, not today." Nathan started to turn to leave, but the door was already gone. "Dammit! Not today!" He closed his fist like he wanted to hit the now smooth wall, and then decided to go for a walk out back to cool off. The phone was hastily stowed away in a coat pocket while he walked through the bar toward the Back Door.

Feel free to catch him before he goes out back, or run into him outside.

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"I shouldn't do that if I were you, sir," says a dark-haired Englishwoman with a low voice. "Not tonight."

Nathan looked he wanted to yell, but stopped himself. Smoothed his expression over to hide the stress, tension, and anger as best as he could.

"And why's that?"

"Because tonight's the first night of the full moon, and there's werewolves out there," Annie says. "They usually don't come much out of the forest, but better safe than sorry."

Nathan scoffed lightly at that, "Of course there are. Full moon, so naturally there'd be werewolves." He started walking again.

She raises her voice a little. "My husband is one of them."

"Oh yeah? Must be hell once a month at home, huh?" He's been having a trying night, and dealing with more weird doesn't help. So he's being very stubbornly skeptical.

"That's why we've got a farm; he heads out onto the property a few hours before sundown and stays away from people until it passes," Annie says. "This is really not a good time to be outside, sir, I can promise you that."

"I can take care of myself," Nathan remarked as he continued walking.

Annie sighs. "As you wish," she says, and settles back in her chair. Not her place to keep people out of trouble. Hopefully Harry'd be able to pull it off.

And he continued out through the back door anyway. Completely unaware of that he had met her husband, and this might have explained some things about that race.

If he had to fly to keep away from them, he would.

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