Source Of Evil || Lindsay and Jack
There’s no way he can keep this one. It’s been tearing through important documents, destroying his favorite shirts and then choking on the buttons, and most recently the demon has been fighting with Qusay. Okay so it’s not a demon really, but he’s not going to stop calling it demon until Qusay no longer has blood in his fur. Or until Emma was calm enough to come out from the bedroom when the little shit was around.
It took hours to get the monster into a kennel, and that wasn’t an exaggeration. It literally took hours of coercing, fighting, dropping it and picking it back up, and constant pain up and down his arms. Jack would be wearing long sleeves around everyone for a while- no need to worry them over something this silly. The drive to the one person who might be able to deal with this better than a shelter’s house took significantly less time. He knocked on the door, wincing as a claw nicked his side from the holes in the side of the carrier. “Lindsay! I’ve got someone for you!”