“Look someone told me you’re good at making shit and I need you to make me something.” Wells usually tried to avoid the supernatural in the city but tonight he had actually went to seek out a witch, Deacon to be exact. The young doctor had been trying to find someone to help him with this for a while and he was almost running out of time. He had been suppressing his wolf wide with a mixture of drugs and magic for over years but his currently connection in the city had left and he was running scarily low on his supplies. He had to get them before his next heat or he would be a mess, he couldn’t remember the last time he’d gone through a full heat and he really didn’t want to experience that.
“I’ll pay whatever it takes, I just need you to make wolf suppressants. Good ones. And fast.” The look on his face was deadly serious. Wells hated his wolf side so much that when he was young her had tried to kill it with wolfsbane and vervain, to no avail. Honestly, he was a little desperate right now and if Deacon paid close enough attention he would be able to see that in the kids blue eyes.
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