Hunter

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As Tasha boots me out the room I can't help but feel a little bit hurt.  Why can't I hear, I own this place!
As I hear muffles in the room I put my super sensitive hearing to work, "Rin WhiteFang. Son to the Alpha of The Wolves." Says Tasha. I already know that. Then I hear, "And I know who you are. Tahsa Locxland, meant to be next Director of the Phantoms but now..." My heart stops. I stop listening as I am filled with anger.
A phantom? A fucking phantom is a demon! I always knew that there was something up with her but I never thought she would be demon's number one enemy. Not only that but she was meant to lead them! I ball my hands up into fists and continue listening, " "do you remember a little boy who use yo visit you every time the Alpha came to see the Director? You stuck to him like glue, you two were so close and you vowed that if the peace treaty between the two groups were ever broken, you would find eachother again?" Then I feel even more angry. Not at them but the fact that I'm jealous. Wait. Do I like her? I wouldn't usually give a damn about if people have a history but I feel so jealous. A burning on my shoulder starts to take place and then it hits me. The mark is there. The mate mark.
The pain becomes worse and I stop listening to the conversation and head out.
I get to my office and ask for my best guard who I trust like a brother.
Mikaeil walks in walking  a prompt manner, his white wings decend into red. His white hair trails down to the floor aswell. His white lashes match his hair colour and clashes with his blood red eyes. He is one of the very few albino demons left.
"You asked for me?" He nods his head in greeting and raises an eye brow.
"I want you to be someone's...bodyguard," I say pulling up a picture of her, "and tell me everything she does."
"Oh? Are you reverting to stalking to lure weomen in?" He asks with a smirk. I glare at him and he gets my warning.  "Right, sorry. I'll head out to find her now." He says in a non joking tone. He bows and flys away.

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