The phone chirped at my hip. I ignored it. I was currently in Chicago, sitting at the airport, watching my next target. He was a wolf that was really good at embezzling money from humans and then skipping town when it started to get too hot. It took me months to figure out where he was currently, and it looks like I found him just in time. He was getting ready to skip again. I watched him go up to the ticket counter and check in with one of the budget airlines. I cursed. I wasn’t going to be allowed through security if I didn’t have a ticket.
I pulled out my phone and ignored the three missed calls from my assistant and sometimes bodyguard, Emmett. He was fully human, absolutely massive, and he was also tons of fun to be around when I got lonely. He called again just as I got online to buy a ticket somewhere. I sent it to voicemail.
I purchased the first ticket that popped up on my search engine, not paying attention to where it was going. I didn’t intend on boarding a plane, anyway. I downloaded the boarding pass and joined the security line. I pulled my hoodie up over my head to hide the scar that went down one side of my face, blinding one eye. It made staying incognito kind of hard. Most werewolves knew of me, and my scar was a dead giveaway that I was here, hunting. I relied heavily on makeup and hoodies to get me close enough to my targets for me to do the job I was hired to do.
I heard a noise on my blind side, so I turned my head to look. An older woman was looking at the boarding pass on my phone.
“That’s the A terminal, honey,” she said. “You’re at B terminal.”
“Excuse me?” I said, confused. She pointed at my phone.
“You’re going to Aruba. Those flights are in A terminal. You need to get into the other security line.”
I looked down at my phone. “Whoops, wrong boarding pass,” I murmured, pretending to swipe with my finger. I hated nosy people. They made my job so much harder. For her part she looked pleased with herself for doing a perceived good deed. I turned my back on her and ignored her, hoping she wouldn’t continue the conversation.
“So where are you going?” she asked, tapping my shoulder. I inwardly groaned but outwardly smiled as I turned around.
“Delaware. My father just passed away. I’m going to his funeral.” I had discovered a long time ago that death and grief make people uncomfortable, and they quit talking after that. Fortunately, it worked, and she lapsed into silence. I looked around, trying to unobtrusively find my target.
He was still there, about ten people ahead of me. I fiddled with my phone, pretending to be watching videos while the line inched forward slowly. I would have preferred to do this outside of security because taking care of my target inside the terminal was going to be a lot harder, but it could be done. I pulled up the floorplan for B terminal and I formulated a plan.
When it was my turn, I showed my boarding pass to a very uninterested security officer, put my shoes and phone on the belt and obediently stood in the machine while it swirled around my body showing everyone that I didn’t have any weapons on my person. Released by TSA, I grabbed my shoes and put them on while speed walking towards my target.
It was a matter of timing and location. I had my perfect opportunity when the crowd thinned out at the same time we were passing the family restrooms. I’ve discovered that being quick will give me the advantage, especially if the target is not expecting an ambush. I speed walked up next to the man, grabbed his arm and turned quickly to one of the private bathrooms, dragging him with me. By the time he had his wits back, I had already locked the door behind us.
When I turned, he saw my scar and recognition of his situation dawned on him. He began to shift. I stopped it with a quick kick to his throat. While he gasped for breath I broke his knee, dropping him down. From there it was a quick move to break his neck. As he died, his body shifted into a massive black wolf, lifeless on the bathroom floor.
I could hear an increase of people on the other side of the door, meaning a flight had just deplaned. I decided to wait a little bit; I didn’t want the wolf found too quickly. While I waited, I used the toilet and cleaned up a little. As I washed my hands I looked into the mirror, smoothing my hair.
My glossy black hair framed my face and my one dark brown eye looked out at me. The other eye had faded to a pale blue, having lost its color as I lost my sight. A jagged scar went from my hairline, over my eye and down to the side of my straight nose. I had big lips, and straight teeth, but my one of my front teeth was chipped due to a blow I had taken.
I had to duck a little bit to see myself in the mirror. I was very tall for a woman, over six feet, and fairly heavy, though not curvy. All of my weight were muscles that I had earned the hard way, working out constantly in the gym and combat training. I had worked very hard to turn myself into a weapon, not wanting to have to rely on others or machinery to work.
I sighed, suddenly bored, and put an ear to the door. It sounded like the crowd had died off so I pulled my hoodie back up. Before leaving, I turned and took a picture of the wolf, dead on the bathroom floor, and sent it to my assistant, Emmett. I ventured out, heading towards baggage claim. I was out of here.
KACELAI stepped out into the bright sunshine, shielding my eyes and looked around. Spotting what I was looking for, I ran across two lanes of traffic and cut in front of a couple who was wrestling three huge bags of luggage. I slid into the taxi that had stopped for them. “The Hyatt Downtown,” I told the driver. He looked in his mirror at the couple who were staring at me in outrage and then shrugged, pressing on the gas and driving away. I settled back into my seat and my phone chirped again.“This is Kacela,” I said. Emmett spoke, sounding irritated.“Finally, you answer,” he said in a deep whine. “What do you want, Emmett?” I asked. I needed to pack up my room and leave the city. I didn’t think there would be too much uproar for a person who left a wolf dead in a bathroom, but you never know. Most likely they will want to question me after they review the video of the terminal. There’s the matter of two of us entering the bathroom, one leaving and a dead wolf being left
KACELAHe answered on the second ring. He sounded mildly curious, but not irritated that someone was calling him so late. I wondered if it was a regular occurrence.“Mr. Jones. Kacela Thompkins returning your phone call.”“Ah, yes, Miss Thompkins. Thank you for getting back to me so timely.” He was polite and there was nothing that set off any red flags for me. “I’m sure your assistant filled you in on the situation?”“Not really,” I said. “I was traveling so he just texted me your name and phone number and told me that he thought we could help each other out.” I paused, weighing my words before continuing. “I hear you need a pack eliminated?”“Yes,” he said. “I’m a business owner and I. . . “I interrupted him. “Mr. Jones, I don’t particularly care about your reasoning. It sounds like you think you have a problem. I can help.”He sounded wary. “I really would like to explain myself, Miss Thompkins. I don’t want you thinking I’m doing this because I get some sort of wei
WYATTI was sitting at my desk in my office when my assistant pushed through the door and stood quietly, waiting for me to finish my conversation with one of my lumber suppliers. I smiled at her and acknowledged her presence. She bowed and waited.When I was done with the conversation, I hung up the phone and looked at her, waiting for her to speak. She had a few files in her arms that she brought forward and lay on the desk.“Sire, the head of your security would like to have a word with you. He is waiting.” I nodded and took the files, opening it up. The top file was thicker than the one on the bottom. I recognized the one on the top as a businessman in the town near my village. He was crooked and someone we had been watching for quite some time. The second file was thinner. Curious, I opened it and saw a full-page photo of a beautiful woman.She had glossy black hair that was pulled to the side in this photo. She was laughing at something someone said off camera and her
KACELAThe contract came back quickly, and even though I felt that something was off with Stephen Jones, I signed my portion and had Emmett file it. I knocked off early for the day, ordered some takeout and went upstairs to pack. Emmett had looked up the average temperature of the town I was going to be staying in and it looked like hoodies, leggings and jeans were going to suffice. Three flights and twelve hours of travel time later found me in the back seat of a car Jones had sent for me. It was a three-hour drive from the airport to the lumber mill. I was going to meet Jones first, then be taken to my little apartment that Emmett had procured for me. I was ready for a shower and a nap; traveling is my least favorite part of my job.“Are we almost there?” I leaned forward to talk to the driver. So far our trip had been very quiet. He had started to make small talk, but I discouraged it and just watched the scenery as it sped by. I found it exhausting to try to talk to someo
WYATTI was tapping my fingers impatiently, waiting for the phone calls that were supposed to be coming. I was usually a lot more patient, but these phone calls were thirty minutes overdue. Earl was sitting in the chair opposite my desk waiting with me. We were trying to figure out how to deal with this threat.The phone finally rang and I switched it to speaker. “Nellie?” I asked.“Yes, my king. I also have Jason here.” Jason was the driver for Stephen Jones, also one of my subjects. “Hello, Jason,” I said. “Hello, My King,” he answered. “I’m happy to serve you.”The kid was so formal. I looked up to see Earl smirking. He rearranged his features when he saw my glare. “Please report on the girl,” I said. Jason cleared his throat.“She’s pleasant enough, but untalkative. Most people jabber my ear off or want to talk the entire time. We sat in silence. No radio, nothing. She didn’t even wear earbuds.” I smiled. Jason was one of my younger Lycans, still aging in appear
KACELAI was dropped off at my new apartment by the driver of the car. While I signed a few papers and got a key from a nice older lady, the driver unloaded my suitcase and the trunk that contained all my weapons. “Just leave them there,” I said. The driver frowned at the stack on the sidewalk. “Mr. Jones said to help you get them into your new place.”I shook my head. “You got them here. Leave them.”He nodded, tipped his hat to me and then got into his car, slowly driving off. I looked around and then put the key into the lock, opening it.I stepped into a small foyer that contained a landing and a steep set of stairs. My apartment was located above a small florist shop, one block off from the main road. My entrance was to the side of the main entrance of the floral shop, located in an ally. It was quiet and private. No one would be able to observe me going in and out. In a large city, this entrance would be dangerous but in a small sleepy town, it was ideal.I dragged m
WYATTAfter Dr. Burst had left, Earl and I sat in silence, him tapping on the computer looking for more information about Kacela. I just sat. His phone rang and he answered it speaking briefly to the person on the other end. He disconnected and spoke to me.“I put a couple warriors on the girl. Alec is watching her tonight. He just called. She’s left for the diner.”I looked at Earl. “Do you want to. . . “He nodded and stretched. “Let’s go.”We took off our clothing, stuffing it into a backpack and then we shifted. Earl put on the backpack, and we took off, running for town. By car, we lived an hour outside of town. Running in Lycan form got us there in seventeen minutes. We shifted back, dressing quickly, and then I blocked the view so that Earl could pick her lock. He was quite handy, using one of his claws instead of tools. I mind linked Alec to let us know when she was on her way back.We relocked the door at the bottom but left the one at the top of the stairs ajar
KACELAI was pissed off that someone had searched my apartment already. I needed to change the locks, at least the one at the top of the stairs, as soon as I could. It wouldn’t happen tonight, though. Everything was already closed, one of the quaint things about small towns.I curled up on the couch with the files and started with Wyatt’s. His profile was pulled out for a reason, and I wanted to figure out why. There was just the basic information, his address, phone number, basic demographic information and a schedule that he tended to follow. There was nothing really remarkable about his file, though I saw that he visited the local nursing home every Thursday at noon. That was interesting. Tomorrow was Thursday. I knew where I was going to be at noon.I usually took some time to observe my marks before making any moves. Often, the client will give me poor or incomplete information and I liked to make sure I wasn’t walking into a trap. The rest of the week will be me gath