Before Nick could speak, the "Beaver Wesen" scrambled up from the floor on his own. After returning to human form, he looked as though he was about to wet himself in terror.
"Oh, no, the rumors are true. Please... please don't hurt me! God! No!"
Seeing the fellow trembling on unsteady legs, his eyes darting around as though he wished he could find a crack in the ground to hide in, Nick was speechless.
The Wesen who had previously discovered he was a Grimm and met his gaze had all shown some degree of fear, including the "Bear Wesen," who looked formidable from his size alone, and his own immediate superior, a mixed-blood member of the "noble Royal Family."
But someone like this "Beaver Wesen," whose legs had gone weak with terror and who did not even dare run, was a rare sight.
"So you know I'm a Grimm, right? But you don't..." Before Nick could finish, the fellow's legs began shaking, and a large portion of his blue work pants was already wet.
"Uh... what just happened?" Gracie returned with the adhesive bandages just in time to witness this scene and froze on the spot.
"I think this gentleman may have misunderstood something about me. He probably mistook me for some kind of bad guy." Nick forced a twitch of his lips. He felt he might never get used to scenes like this. Wasn't this "Beaver Wesen" a little too timid?
The repairman who had come to install the alarm could do nothing but pant heavily, unable to speak at all. His legs kept buckling, and only Nick's grip on the back of his collar kept him from collapsing onto the floor.
"Even if you got into trouble before, as long as you've turned over a new leaf, there's