Lolisa fell silent. As a Blood Wolf, Monroe really was an oddity: mild-tempered and a little cowardly.
—But that was precisely why Blood Wolves, Grimms, and Demon Foxes could become friends.
Blood Wolves were much like other Werewolves, organized in "packs" led by an "alpha wolf." Monroe lived apart from the pack and had willingly exiled himself. According to him, he no longer wanted to take part in pack hunts.
Sirens wailed, drawing closer and closer, and Nick left.
After receiving the report, the sheriff crawled out of bed, met up with two subordinates halfway there ten minutes later, and headed for the Three Little Pigs Inn together.
For police in a small town like Storybrooke, their daily work usually consisted of handling noise complaints and looking for lost pets. Gathering within ten minutes... that was highly efficient. If the town had not been tense lately, and there had not been a shooting, half an hour would have counted as fast.
On the way, the sheriff received a call from the chief, who relayed orders from higher up and instructed them to cooperate with a special agent's investigation.
"Fuck, this again." Sheriff Martin had clearly dealt with this sort of thing before.
Martin had originally been a sheriff in a big city. He had a fiery temper and hated evil with a passion. His superiors and colleagues disliked him, and even the people he served disliked him.
So Martin had been demoted again and again, eventually ending up in Storybrooke, a town with only a few hundred residents.
After cursing, Martin fell silent.
Knowing Martin's temperament well, the chief said, "Martin, no one doubts your sense of justice. But when everyone hates your guts, shouldn't you reflect on yourself? Just because your target is right doesn't mean you can act