#I write Enid during her specialist days

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"kid," boss calls out and Enid looks up from her gun. "do you have a secret for the pack?" he wonders, tilting his head to the other werewolves in the carrier.

They were heading to another mission, to a place far from states and Enid's eyes falls back to her weapon. There's a sick feeling in her stomach, one that urges to lurch with every turbulence at the reminder of her leaving.

"we won't tell!" bolt claps, ever so cheery from his spot on the front. His hands fiddle with his gear as his knee hounces. "pack secret yknow?"

The others grunt in agreement.

"Goodluck getting scarface to talk," drawls Gar as he leant back. The man plays with his lighter, flipping it along his fingers as he talked. "for such a big gal, you'd think she'd have just as big of a presence."

Enid doesn't rise to the bait.

Boss clocks the arsonist in the back of the head at his words, standing up with the gesture and Gar just huffs, used to the treatment as he rolls his shoulders.

"don't be rude!" the leader barks before he sighs and turns to the quiet bulk of a lady seating as far as she could from the others.

"but he's right, we're a team Scar. We need to know each other more." he stands in the middle and spreads his arms in a gesture that reminds Enid that he was asking for a hug. "just a lil secret? We won't tell if you murdered someone," he teases.

There's a joking tint in his tone but even then Enid's grip tightens on her gun.

She doesn't talk about the monster rotting in the forest, instead what slips out of her mouth is something more worthwhile.

"sometimes," Enid says and immediately everyone hushes. Their eyes prickle at her skin but the sinking in her stomach slowly leaves as she thinks back to black hair and eyes that tempt. "the idea that she's alive and in this world makes everything worth it."

The pack is silent before boss nods and noises of agreement comes through.

"got a mate waiting huh?" Gar slurs and his head shakes. "lucky you."

Bolt humms. "to think you were just a big softie for your love! You should definitely introduce us."

Boss snaps his finger at bolt. "lightning McQueen over here got a point, Scar. Surely we can meet the lady that got you so whipped?"

Enid scoffs and her eyes crinkle as she looks at the wolves staring right back at her.

"I don't think you will," she says, shaking her head and immediately sounds of what!? Why not? comes through.

Gar laughs, loud and agreeing. It catches the packs attention immediately. "scar's the possessive type! Who would've thought."

The wolves turn to her, seeing if she agrees and all Enid can do is shrug.

If possessive equals missing someone you can't have then he's right.