Enter Stella the Huntress

Just then a knock came at Donnie's door making both of them jump in surprise and scrambling away from each other.

                   "Yo Gwen! I gotcha clothes since I know what happens after you shift." Vicky's voice, which was full of laughter by the way, was coming from the other side of the door, "Better have Donnie come get it… unless you two are a bit too preoccupied to get the door, hehe."

           Gwen grew redder as she tried to hide her face with her hands and she mumbled mostly to herself, "That crazy ass talking lizard, I'll get her back for this…"

             Donnie just smiled softly as he got up and went to the door and cracked it open enough to retrieve the bags of clothes from Vicky. 

            She gives him a sly wink and whispers, "Congrats on being mated to Gwen, she's a real wild card if you catch my drift."

            After saying that Vicky giggled and walked away while a blushing Donnie was trying hard to process her words.

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(Back at the Evil corporate office)

      Abram was sitting in his office chair near the window and was watching the sunrise, "Garth was captured… is there anyone competent left in New York?!"

       His rage was growing by the minute, till just then the door to his office opened and a woman who wore a black cowboy hat and attire but also had a whip latched to her belt, entered and tips her hat in greeting, "Greetings sir, I'd like to know exactly why the heck you summoned a werewolf and wolf walker to this realm or I'm going to have to exterminate your sorry ass on the spot?"

          Abram slowly turned his chair and looked blankly at her, "Pardon me… but you are?"

          The woman smirks as she gazes at him with her sharp ruby red gaze, "Names Stella Nebulana… but that ain't gonna matter much if ya don't answer the question… now how's about you being a dear and telling me the truth so I don't have to get my boots dirty, what's say you, bub?"

          He smirked back as an idea grew in his head, "I guess that makes you a hunter… am I correct?"

          Her smirk dimmed slightly as she tried to figure him out, "What's your angle ya snake?"

       He gasped in mock offense, "I am just being an upstanding citizen of the magical community… We have an infestation of mythical beings in the sewers due to a backfired spell. Think you can handle it little miss?"

            She narrowed her eyes at him, "I'll look into it… but if I find anything off I'm coming for you warlock."

                      "I wouldn't expect anything less from someone sent by the Hellsing organization." Abram said with a big smirk.