It was a silent drive out of Perth County. They returned the unassuming grey Honda to its proper owner and were back in Jack's equally unassuming black Ford.

Jack tried to keep things light with her as they drove, commenting on the music, the passing sights. Cara knew he was just putting on a front. Being kind was engrained in his nature. Truth was he was worried about her. She'd screwed up. Sure they all made mistakes when they were younger, but she'd been doing this too many years now to let a demon get inside her head like that. It could have gotten anyone of them in that room killed. It could have possessed her.

Toronto was now where they considered home to be. Cara and Jack had been on the road out west for a couple weeks to take care of some jobs in British Columbia, Manitoba, and finishing up with the McDermott's in Perth County Ontario. Their first stop once they were back in Toronto was a pub called Finnegan's, where Bethany and Gregory would be meeting them. The place was owned by Martin Shaw; he used to have some pretty nasty spirits in his house, before Bethany and Cara had helped him out. His gratitude continued years later it seemed, as he always had a table waiting for them, a meeting place where he guaranteed them safety and privacy. The food wasn't half-bad either. Martin didn't make a big fuse when Cara and Jack entered the place, but his glowing smile said enough. He gestured to the booth at the far end of the pub where Bethany and Gregory were tucked in.

Jack hustled over to Bethany. As she spotted them, she stood up and wrapped her son in a big hug. It hadn't been too long since Bethany had seen him, but Cara supposed a mother was bound to worry sending her child to face down a demon.

"It's good to see you," Bethany said, then added with a smile to Cara, "You too dear." Bethany ushered them into the booth she had been sitting on, and then slide in opposite them beside Gregory. He gave them a small smile through his stubbly jaw as they settled in, but that would be the extent of his warmth. Gregory was a hardened man, worn down from decades of the job.

When he was a younger man, before he knew all the vile things that lurked in the darkness, he had been married with a child on the way. A group of vampires had changed that. While they had been enjoying the evening air at a park, the vampires had lured his wife away, leaving Gregory hypnotized and helpless. They made him forget her, or rather, they tried to. All the pictures in their home, all the memories, all the love in his heart, the vampires weren't able to take all that away with one gaze into their eyes and a few soft words. But it was no good because they were long gone by the time he snapped to; she was long gone. He wouldn't see her again until after the police found her body on the side of the road, violated, drained of blood, the baby inside her cut out and taken.

Gregory took his revenge though, with the help of his younger brother, Logan. They learned what they needed to about vampires, and they started tracking them. Both were ex-military and well equipped for the job. They didn't find the group that had taken Gregory's wife right away, and they left a few other vampires as dust along the way, but eventually they did find them. They found them and slaughtered them all. 

Gregory found his baby too, a thing no bigger than his fist, cut from his mother far too soon, and only alive because of the vampire blood he'd been turned with. It was a sick thing some vampires did when they wanted a baby of their own. Gregory killed it too, but he took no satisfaction in this.

Gregory and Logan didn't stop hunting after that. They learned about all the other creatures that terrorize people in the night, and about the highly influential and corrupt organizations that allow this to happen. They met others that wanted to do the same as them, banish demons back to hell, slay monsters. Gregory's life was bloodthirsty, and he was willing to fight till his last breath. Logan was different though.

He followed his brother because he recognized a just cause, but he had hopes of a life beyond all the horror. Logan worked to make all the exorcists and monster slayers out there more efficient. He shared knowledge between them, trained those who needed it, and connected them as much as was safe. It was Logan that had brought them together, Logan that had found Cara. It was Logan that had saved Jack and then married Bethany not long after.

But Logan wasn't well now, and for all intents and purposes Gregory was their leader. Cara kept this in mind as he stared her down.

"There's another demon we have to take care of," Gregory said, matter-of-factly. "This one is in New York City." Cara felt a prickle down her spine. All of them were originally from the States, but four years ago had decided they needed to move north to Canada, to somewhere safer. It was dangerous for them in the States. They had kept a low profile best that they could, but the pieces started to add up for their enemies. Cara didn't like the idea of traveling down to New York. Eyes were everywhere in big cities, and there were organizations out there that would be happy to make them disappear: the vampire clans, satanic worshipers, the government of the United States.

"You sure you want us going there?" Jack asked. "Who called you for the job?"

"It was a very old friend, I've kept an eye on him over the years and I trust him. And he wouldn't have called if he didn't really need it. His wife is possessed he says."

"And you're sure he's right?" Cara asked, speaking up for the first time.

"He knows enough from me to know what a possession looks like."

Cara nodded. "Alright, so when are we going?"

Gregory gave her a curious glace. "You are not," he said bluntly. "I'm taking care of this myself. Jack, you will accompany me." Jack looked as surprised as Cara. Bethany wasn't, but a flicker of fear passed her eyes. She didn't like Jack being taken into the lion's den, good cause or not.

Martin arrived with four plates of food, it seemed Gregory had ordered for all of them before they arrived. Gregory was the first to pick up his Reuben sandwich and dig in.

"Why aren't you sending me with Jack on this? It's always the two of us for exorcisms," Cara said, trying to keep the sense of betrayal out of her voice.

"You know exactly why, Jack gave us the report on what happened in Perth," Gregory said. Cara had assumed Jack had told them everything when he called in after the exorcism, still she didn't like hearing the confirmation. "We can't have you facing down a demon if you're not mentally stable."

"I wouldn't put it in those terms," Bethany cut in. "But we did agree it's best if you avoid those jobs for the time being. For your safety."

"Does Logan agree with this?" Cara asked, trying to keep the frustration out of her voice.

"He would if he was in any state to be worrying about this stuff," Gregory said. "As it is though, I'm the one saying you won't be going on this job. It's for your safety, as well as all of ours. If you can't keep the demons out of your head then you risk it taking control of you. And that would mean all of our safety would be compromised." Gregory took a large bite, giving Cara a moment to let this sink in. "However that doesn't mean there isn't important work for you to take care of." Cara perked up as Bethany brought out a folder and handed it to her.

"These are from up north," Bethany said. Cara took a quick look at the newspaper article on top, titled: Wolf attack north of Sudbury, leaves two dead, then flipped though the forensic photos of the bodies, followed by the coroner's report. Cara took in the gist: bodies ripped apart, hearts missing, dead dog as well, fur at the scene as well as bite marks on the bodies suggests a wolf, though DNA results are inconclusive.

"You're thinking werewolf," Cara said, more of a statement than a question.

"Yes seems to be the case, a dangerous one too," Bethany added. "The authorities in the area are on a wolf hunt. This started almost a week ago and no other bodies have turned up in the park since, so my bet is that the wolf has left the area, probably gone further north if there's been no more sightings."

"That's strange, aren't werewolves closer to rabid dogs?" Cara asked. "Once they find a decent feeding ground they'll skulk around it until they're dead, or bigger game draws them away."

"Its possible that a tastier meal drew it out of the area, seems unlikely though, the moose and deer will be moving south in the next couple months."

Cara took another flip through the folder, considering what this could mean. She couldn't help but feel some excitement bubbling in her stomach.

"Am I going alone?"

"Of course not, Andie is going to be here in a couple days and she'll accompany you on the mission." Cara nodded pleased, Andie was good, very skilled, even though Cara and her had a bit of an... interesting history.