Rosie's Book

1

Sitting here in my chair reading reports, watching security videos and keeping my third eye on New Orleans street cam live feeds is just another day in the office for me. A day I am not too fond of but understand the importance of this part of my job. Yet a part of my brain still returns to last nights duties. The image, smell and feel of the mysterious wolf, the pain in his cry, yet a familiarity about it sets my own hackles to rise. Even now as the autistic part of my brain refuses to let the dream rest, it analyses the simplest of information while the rest of my brain is focusing on the information played before me.

New Orleans has always been a fascinating place to live, ever since Jackson and I moved here we have been busy rebuilding the agency, fighting crime, saving kids and learning more about the reason our parents were murdered here. However Jackson isn't fully aware of everything I have been dealing with and for me to share this with him will only have him commit me or at least send me to Romania for a year on a retreat for self healing I am sure of it. Sure he has been acting strange lately, I think you would too if you found out the love of your life is a bitch from hell, no not a hellhound... in my opinion worse, a Vampire. Even though New Orleans is base of operations and his new home town, Jackson has been spending too much time in Italy lately and I have been looking for a reason to bring him home. This case I am working on looked to be the perfect excuse but sadly I was wrong, the paranormal situation in Italy is not as bad as it is here but as the head of the agency he is needed there while a new office is being set up. THAT is what he says anyway, I am convinced 'she who will not be named' has brainwashed him to keep her new pet close, I just can not prove it.

While my brilliant brain and eyes capture all the information ready for the report I have to write, the smallest of movements grabs my attention. A small block blob becomes two forming a silhouette of a plump women, only arms begin to move rather fast then her head snaps up to glare at the camera pointing in her direction. The Pendulum Wolf is the name of a bar I drink in regularly but they also have one of the best webcams for the public to watch the city through. This woman is clearly signalling something for someone, she stands there and clearly mentions my name, "he will find you Rosie, when he does you will not resist his charms for it is written you are the key to the end". How was I able to hear her through the camera?, I have something humans refer to as 'super hearing', it is one of my super powers you could say. Staring at the screen for a little while longer I watch the female retreat into that black blob then disappear. A chill runs down my spine, nails begin to elongate and my breathing quickens to sharp intakes. All signs that my wolf is ready to protect or attack, not a great idea considering where I am sitting right now.

Knowing this change is inevitable my hands land on the edge of the desk, gripping tightly onto my desk, my head lowers so no one can see my face if they walk past my open office door. My eyes closed I concentrate on my breathing, long slow breath in through my nose, hold for a few seconds then slowly release the breath through my slightly opened mouth and count to ten while the breath is released. Repeat this a few times until I can feel my heat rate reduce in speed, the pinpricks along my arm disappear and the blood is no longer blocking out the regular sounds in the office. Once my body is semi normal I am then able to push away from the desk and walk out of the office hoping I am able to make it out of the building without gaining the attention from the other hunters.

"Rosie, Hey Rosie wait up I need you", that didn't last long.

"Hi Jeremy what do you need?", he stops in front of me with a flush look on his face, considering this kid is older than he looks and a man whore to the core, he still blushes when I ask what he needs, pervert, but our pervert.

"There has been another attack, only this time it's a little girl around seven years old." My eyebrows raise with impatience as he takes a long deep breath to control his emotions, which can only mean this is worse than I am thinking.