The Wolf and The Nightwalker

Chapter One

"The usual, miss?"

I glanced at the small middle-aged man in the neat suit, a small smile plastered on my face

"You know me too well, Mike," I handed the menu to him whilst mumbling a small 'thank you'.

The view outside was bright with the city lights and seemed to blur into each other. The night was still young, only a few hours after the sun had set, countless people were still occupying the streets, each one with a different purpose, just trying to make the best of their short lives.

The food was the same, bland and forgettable, and yet I always frequented the place, at the same time, almost every night. Downing the same glasses of wine, eating the same thing over and over again, as if it was a habit, or maybe it was just my way of trying to have 'fun'.

After paying for the food, I found myself outside, walking the same yet not so familiar streets. The farther I was from the busy streets, the less people there were, a few drunkards here and there, nothing of the ordinary I noted.

I was wandering the streets when I smelled them.

'Wolves'

I knew it from the smell alone, and if I sensed them, they could sense me too, from what I could make of it, there were at least more than three. More than I can handle, given that my body was not in the best shape, and even then it was near impossible.

My senses were on high alert, and for the first time in a while I felt fear, true panic-inducing fear. My eyes were darting through the crowd, trying to pinpoint them, hopelessly wishing they were far away, at least far enough to give me a head start.

My mind was racing with thoughts of what would happen if they caught me, surely they'd kill me, thanks to this long standing feud, regardless of the fact that I haven't killed anyone.

That's when I saw them, more specifically I saw him. Our eyes met, bright golden eyes froze at the sight of me, and without hesitation, I turned around and ran as fast as I could, my scarf falling behind as I ran for my undead life.

'Shit! I want to live! I haven't lived long enough!'

At that moment, I recognized the same fear I felt many years ago, back when I was on my deathbed, struck with a fatal illness, until I was reborn.

Before I knew it, I was in front of the old church, I glance around making sure no one was following me. As I struggled to catch my breath, I could hear a loud pounding, which I figured was because of the adrenaline or something.

I stepped inside the building, deciding to rest inside, when hands emerged from the shadows, pulling me in. The door closing behind me as I tried to reach out.

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"Damon, you alright?"

I blinked a few times, trying to make sense of what I was feeling. I turned to face my beta who was looking at me with a worried expression.

"I'm fine," I glanced at the same space I was staring at earlier. "Just, a bit out of it."

"Huh, you kind of looked overwhelmed back there." He replied, rubbing his hands together.

"I didn't realize..."

I shoved my hands into my jacket's pockets, trying to warm my hands. The weather was freezing, way too cold for any of us, thankfully we were only here for a few days, just until we met with the informant.

As we continued walking towards where our group was waiting, I couldn't help but back, somehow my gut was telling me to go back.

'I could swear there was someone standing there a second ago'

Big doe black eyes and a bright red scarf crossed my mind.

'Must be the weather making me imagine things' I concluded.

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