Information gathering wasn't his specialty, but it was just too easy to talk with Lowe. The boy was like an open book, you could easily read his emotions, and even if you were no good in the "reading features department" he would straight openly answer your questions. You just needed to gain a little of his trust.

It was crystal clear how the boy was slowly letting himself get more comfortable in the situation. Andrew kept observing all his expression changes. He was amused by how Lowe apparently didn't have a filter between his thoughts, his feelings, and his face.

But before he could make the boy express other emotions, Ethan appeared in the waiting room. It was time to get serious again, so he turned his attention to the beta. 

Well, the soon-to-be beta in reality, but his father was making both of them work their asses off with pack assignments, calling it training. He could as well tell they were practically assuming as the alpha and beta. Not that they would shoulder the responsibility any time soon, but his father enjoyed the idea of disciplining both of them.

The pack was facing a lot of problems lately. All the time, they had to chase a problematic rogue off their territory or deal with other packs threatening to invade them. Apparently, they were stupid enough to assume that, just because his pack was trying to live peacefully, they didn't want or know how to fight.

And Andrew was all about fighting. Not that he had anger management issues. He just strategically focused his stress in the area he was good. Some people like to break things. Others scream on their pillow. You can even find those who go out running to keep their emotions in check. He just enjoyed giving some good punches on assholes who deserved it.

Besides, he had Ethan to be the brain, so they were a good fit for each other. Ethan would come up with all the thinking too much to make a plan, and he would kick the ass of whoever was their target. It was simple and effective. And he could count on the other to have his back.

"Did he talk?" Ethan asked, briefly looking to the boy, and soon his eyes returned to face Andrew. They reached a silent agreement on their trip to the clinic, determined to make the boy keep his mouth shut. The pack had problems enough to add humans being more stupid than usual. And they could foresee the pain in the ass it would be if the boy babbled about wolves around.

"No, I didn't get far with him," he answered without looking in the boy's direction, even though a tiny part of him wanted to. "He's deaf, so it took a while to-" "Aw, aren't you happy he wasn't ignoring you?" Ethan cut him off with a very annoying teasing voice.

The smile on the beta's face made him take a deep breath. He was used to the other using every opportunity to make fun of him, so he plainly ignored the guy. "How is the dog?" Ethan opened his mouth to answer, but after his eyes crossed Lowe's direction, he gave Andrew a different reply, asking for his phone instead.

Andrew understood the meaning of the action after witnessing the boy's reaction. Equally to a child who discovered a Christmas tree full of presents, he was beaming over the screen. Lowe's face expressed his feelings entirely, and Andrew was sure that, given a chance, people would take advantage of him. He was just too naive.

But the boy's attention span was something to be studied. One moment he was smiling over simple things like a piece of paper and a name on a screen. In another, he was over it. While observing the cell phone placed freshly on his hand, Andrew was under the impression that Lowe was just like a kid who would forget about the plaything they found so entertaining after finding another sparky toy.

And the boy was quite fast. As soon as he took his eyes off him, Lowe was already hugging a man by the entrance. And after that, he and the beta were left out of the conversation.

The adult and the boy spent some time gesturing to each other. Lowe was probably explaining what happened. Andrew received a well-known look from Ethan, meaning that they had to, somehow, convince them that some crazy-rabid-giant dog attacked the boy. That wouldn't resolve things, but it was the best he could think at the moment to take care of the problem. With a bit of luck, they would end with less suspicious and no gossiping humans.

He could feel the headache coming while he calculated how to avoid a shitty situation getting any more shittier.

But things went rather smooth, albeit the short glance they received from the man. For a moment, he thought the other would act like they were a threat. Instead, the man shook his hand and thanked him for helping his son. With a smile, while asking for the clinic's card information, he promised to be back to take care of the treatment bills and expressed how he was sorry for not staying longer since he needed to take his boy home.

He dominated the conversation flow like he had practiced an apologies script over and over again. As the man introduced himself, William Kasper probably was the one who would take care of the aftermath every time Lowe got in trouble.

The man made two more gestures to the boy, and the other nodded his head. William thanked them again while Lowe beamed, waving his hand. Everything happened so fast that the wolves didn't even have the time to oppose their leaving. They were left dumbfounded.

And with that, the boy was gone.