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Striding to Thomas I handed him the contract. The contract clearly
stated that I would fulfill my duties until all parties involved
were brought to justice, no matter how long it took. It, also,
listed the payment for my services, and I wasn’t cheap.
“Why didn’t you tell Ted
who you really are?” I asked and studied his face.
It’s hard to lie to
shape-shifters. We can detect changes in the body. Hear the heart
race with emotions. Smell the fear that people give off when lying.
It can still be done; it’s just supremely hard.
“We didn’t think that he
needed to. Meg’s room didn’t smell any different.” Thomas
stated.
I regarded Thomas’ father.
He was a stocky man with just a tinge of grey at the temples
blending nicely into the brown curly hair and brown eyes. He
favored Thomas a lot, and I shifted my eyes to the brother. He was
many years younger than Thomas but looked just like him.
I placed my right fist
over my heart.
“Greetings Alastair, Alpha
of the La Grange pack.” I said to him.
Normally when one greeted
an Alpha, you went to one knee with your head bowed or bowed at the
waist with your right fist covering your heart, acknowledging their
Alpha position. The power of the Alpha was absolute. He ruled over
the members of his pack with an iron fist, and his word was law.
Break any of his laws and you could die. This is the precise reason
I made sure to know who the Alphas were in every city and town I
entered. I also made damn sure that I was not found in their
territory, or I met with them, to explain why I was there, not that
I explained much to them, just enough to get by.
He nodded.
“Sōkjan,” his voice was
deep and laced with pain.
“I am truly sorry for your
loss, Alpha. Meg would have made a fine wolf.” I said.
“Can you find the monster
that did this?” He asked.
“Yes.” I told
him.
In truth, I already knew
that Linda had a hand in it, and I knew what kind of creature had
killed the girl. Not too many creatures have blood that glows
greenish-yellow.
“So, you are a werewolf
too?” Linda asked me, and I laughed.
Thomas and his father,
also, chuckled at her question. It was widely believed that all
Sōkjans were werewolves. We work for Luna after all the Goddess of
the moon, but I was the exception to the rule. Not that they knew
that. I went out of my way to keep my secrets, secret.
“I am more than just a
werewolf.” I replied.
Isn’t being a witch and
Sōkjan enough? I wanted to ask her, but then she wouldn’t
understand.
“Ted will contact you with
the details when I have found the killer. The payment should be
transferred to my account within twenty-four hours after I full
fill our agreement.”
“Why should we pay you
something extra for doing your job? My taxes pay your salary after
all.” Linda demanded as she rose to her feet.
I narrowed my eyes at
her.
“You have hired me to find
and kill the monster that took your daughter’s life. I don’t work
for your human law enforcement, I work with them. Even if, you’re
legal system did find the killer. They could never bring him to
true justice.” I told her. “I can and will.” I purred.
I felt the beginning of a
headache, time to go. I walked back to Ted.
“I need to leave” I told
him softly.
“We have another meeting
today.” He said looking at his watch. “If you have any more
questions, please give me a call.” He told the group, and we said
our goodbyes.
It had started raining
when we walked to the cars. The storm that was promised last night
was coming in and with it, another moonless night. My head was
starting to vibrate as I got in the SUV. I had told Ted bye, and I
would call him later. As I drove, my vision started to blur.
Finding a safe place, I pulled over.
The vision hit me hard and
fast.
Seeing something through
the eyes of a spirit is like being in a dream state.
I was walking behind a
tall man, nearly seven feet tall. He was
Emily Tilton, Blushing Books