Sixteen

VINCENT

My senses were fully alert as I hunted for the bastard who had attached such an annoying letter to the gate of my pack house. He seemed to be someone who knew a lot about my past; a past I've struggled to move on from. Whoever was the culprit,was trying to use my past against me. The thought of it made me furious.

His scent continued to linger in the air, I could tell that he was still within my territory and was probably running away as fast as he could. I increased my pace and soon, I noticed a young man who was running towards the border of my territory. His scent matched the scent I'd been tracking all along. Like hell was I going to let him escape. Catching him off guard, I attacked him and pushed him to the ground. He tried to fight me off, but his strength was no match for mine.

"Who are you? What do you know about me?" I demanded, wrapping my fingers around his throat. He cursed loudly as he struggled to get my fingers off his throat. I refused to budge.

"Answer me!