The next morning, Leo found himself standing outside the investigator’s office, the winter air brushingon his skin. He’d hired a private detective, David Holand, to investigate someone who haunted his thoughts more than anyone else—Blue Blood. Leo couldn't shake the feeling that Alex, despite his death being declared months ago, had something to do with Eian’s disappearance. The very thought sent rage coursing through him, fueling his determination to find answers.
David Holand was no ordinary investigator. For years, his life had been consumed by a single mission: to dismantle Soulless, the gang Alex once belonged to. He’d spent years meticulously working to take down the criminal empire piece by piece, and for Leo, that made him the perfect choice. After months of dead ends from the authorities, Leo had decided to take matters into his own hands, going behind his family’s back to enlist David.
It had been six agonizing months since Eian vanished, on that evening of October 11th, Leo was sitting in David’s dimly lit office, his heart pounding. He made a deal, the weight of which would change everything.
"I want you to investigate Blue Blood’s death," Leo said firmly, eyes dark with resolve. "Everything about it. You know Soulless better than anyone.”
David eyed him skeptically. Blue Blood’s death had been a closed case—officially, anyway. Alex had been killed in a bar brawl, the fallout of some revenge plot by a rival gang, the Hungry Dogs. His body had been recovered, and even Soulless had announced his death in the underworld. David had low hopes. But something about Leo’s insistence struck him.
After weeks of digging, David found himself sitting in frustration, staring at a wall of dead ends. “There was another member of Soulless with Alex at the bar. A woman, injured in the leg,” his assistant said one day, breaking the silence.
David’s head tilted, a spark igniting in his mind. “If we can find her, she might be the key,” he mused aloud. But then his expression darkened. “She’s a category X member. A ghost. We’re chasing shadows.”
Still, it was the only lead he had. “Bring me all the files on gunshot wounds from April 11th and any related murder cases. We start there.”
For the next two weeks, David’s office became a sea of documents, case files, and photographs. His every waking moment was consumed by the pursuit of this mysterious woman—a hired gun with black hair, one of the only details he’d been able to scrape from his sources. He’d contacted a member of the Hungry Dogs, who confirmed that the woman had been seen that night with Alex. But as for who she was or where she might be now, that remained a mystery.
David’s desk was littered with photos—images of Alex, his death, the bar where it happened. The investigator's frustration mounted as he sifted through them, trying to make sense of it all. He was on the phone with one of his men, who reiterated the same dead-end report. “We’ve found nothing. She’s more elusive than the others. All we know is that she was a hired gun.”
Just then, a knock on the door broke his focus. His secretary entered, dropping a fresh stack of files onto his desk. “Detective Holland, these are from the latest round of cases.”
David absently flipped through the papers, still half-listening to the voice on the phone. But then, something caught his eye. A file on a missing person. His heart skipped a beat. The photo in the file—a man who had disappeared on April 11th—looked eerily similar to Alex.
David’s breath hitched, and the voice on the phone faded into background noise. He quickly grabbed Alex’s photo, placing it beside the missing man’s. The resemblance was uncanny. His pulse quickened. Was it a coincidence? Or was Alex alive, using this man’s disappearance as a cover to fake his own death?
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Faith
Werewolf"I've always had faith in us. Deep down, I always knew this bond was right. Even when everything else felt wrong, when the world seemed to crumble beneath our feet, it didn't matter. We were meant to be. It was the one thing I was certain of, even i...
