𝐃𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐨𝐝 | ᴛʜᴇ ᴏʀɪɢɪɴᴀʟꜱ

The Arrival

His outfit ^^^

The shrill ringing tone of a mobile phone echoed through a large apartment located in the middle of New York, waking a dark-haired man from his dreamless slumber, something that didn't happen often. Groaning the man opened a single tired eye to glare at the device resting innocently on the bed-side table.

Muttering profanities the man reached across and grabbed it quickly reading the caller ID.

'Hayley Marshall' it read.

The name belonging to a young werewolf girl he had met almost 8 years ago after she had been kicked out of her home for triggering her werewolf gene. The man smiled fondly at the thought of the young girl, she had become like a daughter to him.

The poor girl was now searching for any information to do with the Crescent werewolf pack which was the pack her biological parents were a part of.

"Hayley," the man greeted his Italian accent far more pronounced than usual due to just waking up, "How is New Orleans? Did you find anything about your family yet?"

"Yup," the wolf replied, "Apparently, all the werewolves were run out of the city years ago, but I'm heading to the bayou now. Hopefully, I'll be able to find someone who knows something out there."

"Do you know where you're going?" he asked, "I don't need you getting lost in a swamp."

"I do Chrys, this witch I met at a bar called Rousseau's gave me a map and- "she paused for a moment before muttering, "What the hell?"

"Piccolo Lupo, is everything alright?" Chrys asked worriedly getting out of his bed and heading to a large window overlooking the city.
(little wolf)

"Yeah, I'm fine but the freaking map just caught on fire."

"How did that happen?" he asked.

"I don't know," came a panicked reply, "Something happened to my car and it won't start. There's smoke coming from the hood."

Chrys swore loudly "Tesoro, I need you to get out of there right now," he said urgently.
(darling)

"What, why?"

"The witch that gave that map to you must have- "he was cut off when he heard her shout in pain. "Hayley?"

He got no reply, so he called again "Hayley!"

A second later his phone beeped, notifying him that the call had been disconnected. He swore again and rushed to get dressed. Once dressed in his usual outfit of all black clothing consisting of a t-shirt, a hoodie, a leather jacket, ripped jeans and a pair of boots he sped around the room quickly packing a duffel bag with clothes and other necessities such as a few weapons and some nectar and ambrosia.

You never could be too careful especially when heading to a town infested with the supernatural.

Once ready he locked his apartment and sprinted to the parking lot, climbing into his 1967 Chevrolet Impala he revved the engine speeding towards New Orleans, he would be damned if he let anything happen to his daughter in everything but blood.