The Lycan King

WYATT

I 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 face was relaxed and magical.  She had a scar that ran from her hairline down through her eye and next to her nose.  The injury had left that eye blind, and the iris was a pale blue which gave her an unusual glamour.  The other eye was brown and sparkled with amusement.  I took the photo from the file and leaned back, holding it up and studying it. 

The head of my security slipped into the room and stood.  I indicated the chair on the opposite side of my desk.

“My king, thank you for seeing me,” he said.

“Drop the formalities please, Earl,” I said.  “It’s just you and me in here.”

He nodded.  “Thanks, Wyatt.  I see you saw the file on the girl.”

“Yeah, who is she?” I asked, putting the picture down.  I opened the file looking for another photo of her. 

“She’s a werewolf hunter.  Jones hired her to come after you and the rest of the pack.”

I stopped, looking at him with shock.  “Really?”  I started laughing.  “She has no idea what she’s getting into, does she?”

Earl shook his head.  “I think we need to take this one seriously,” he said.  “She’s the best out there.  Took out Danny Elliot yesterday.” 

I was impressed.  Danny Elliot was a bad wolf who took great pleasure in stealing as much money from humans as he could.  There were rumors he would torture them a little if they were reluctant to “invest” in him. 

“He’s tough,” I said.  “How did she do it?”

Earl shrugged.  “No idea.  At the airport inside security, so you know she had no weapons.”

Now I was really impressed.  I picked up the photo and looked at it again.  “Tell me about her.”

Earl was ready for that.  I realized he must have put together her file.  “She is twenty-one.  She grew up in a family of werewolf hunters.  The Thompkins?”  I nodded.  I had vaguely heard about them.  Charles Thompkins was a big name about ten years ago.  I hadn’t heard much about him lately, though.

“First kill at twelve.  Trained all her life for hunting.  Excellent with a computer.  When she was eighteen, she all of a sudden got really serious about it.  Trained harder and got more skills.  Got a ton of requests and walked away from her family.  I don’t have the impression that they’re close, though I think she might have a good relationship with her mother.”

“Isn’t there a brother in there, too?” I asked, trying to remember what I knew about the family.  They had never gotten close enough for us to take much notice, but I do try to keep tabs on our enemies. 

“Charlie.  He’s good, but not that great.  I don’t think he really has the stomach for it.  He works some sort of finance job and helps out his parents on the weekends if they need it.” 

“So Little Miss Thompkins is heading our way, is she?” I asked, softly, looking at her photo. 

“Kacela,” Earl said.  I looked up at him. 

“What?”  I was confused. 

“Kacela.  That’s her name.  Kace.  La.  Kacela.”  Earl spoke slowly.  I nodded.

“That’s appropriate.  Her name means hunter.”  I finally put down the photo and picked up a few pieces of paper from her file.   “What’s all this?”

“Just the things we have on her. No social media. She’s good with a computer so she keeps her digital footprint as small as she can. I have the basics, address, phone number. I have some photos of her on other’s F******k. Mostly from some guy named Emmett. Human. He is her assistant.”

I felt a pang of jealousy hearing about another man and that surprised me.  I didn’t even know this girl.  I reluctantly put down the papers and picked up Jones’ file.  

“Anything new in here?”

Earl nodded.  “We’ve got proof of the smuggling now.  Nellie is about ready to quit her job, though.  Said to tell you that she’s tired of the lumberjacks grabbing her ass.” 

I chuckled.  “Tell her she has my permission to go Lycan on them if she ever gets one in a dark alley.” 

Earl laughed.  “I’ll tell her.  She’ll appreciate that a lot.” 

I put both the files back on my desk and pushed back in my chair.  “When is the hunter arriving?” 

“Nellie said that Jones was showing the contract to one of his lawyers.  She only caught a glimpse of it but he’s hired her to wipe out the entire pack.   Her assistant is arranging for an apartment up here, so I guess she thinks it’s going to take awhile to get us all.  She’ll be here tomorrow or the next day.”  He smirked at me, and I shared his mirth.  Lycans are exceptionally hard to kill and a human girl, no matter how many werewolf kills she has, wouldn’t stand a chance against one of us.   

“What do you want us to do, sire?” Earl asked.  “Nellie can take care of the girl when she arrives, if you wish.  She will be discrete.  Or I can send one of our warriors to take care of the matter?”

I picked up her photo again.  “No,” I said softly.  “Leave her alone and let’s see what she does.”