"Have you seen this person?" A question that I'd been asking over and over for a week now. So far everything turned out to be a dead end. All of those faces and still no names, no information what so ever. It was rather frustrating, but I'm not one to give up.
"Who's looking for him?" The redneck looking old man asked. He was missing all of his front teeth, had a fat chin with a stubble, wearing a camouflage hat with a t-shirt and old dirty jeans. He was chewing on a toothpick, but I was wondering how with all of those teeth missing.
"Me. I'm looking for him, that's why I asked you." I was already annoyed, and this dude was not helping. "And who are you, little miss?" He smirked and I rolled my eyes. I knew he knew something, and I knew that he wasn't a wolf. I was in "The Hunters territory." I saw the sign of a Hunter behind his ear when he checked the surroundings.
I know it's stupid of me to be in Hunter's territory without my pack, but no one knew about me in the Hunter's community. So it was easy for me to get their mark branded behind my ear, but I didn't have much time before it healed. I burned it deep enough that I had about four more hours, but I hoped to leave well before that.
"Olivia Martin." Olivia Martin was a myth in the Hunter's world. She was believed to be the greatest Werewolf hunter of all time. It was believed that she drunk the blood of a werewolf everyday of her life until she absorbed their powers, their venom, she became a wolf that hunts other wolves.
The most powerful wolf. The way that you could tell her wolf from the others was, she was the only white wolf. She was a myth that the werewolves made up just in case we had to use her to find out information. It rarely ever happened though, because in recorded history there were only five white wolves.
His eyes went wide, and then he squinted at me. "You take me for some kind of fool?" He asked and I growled lowly at him. "Yes I do...now do you know this person or not?" He moved away from me a bit, fear evident in his eyes.
"Prove it." He was bold, and he was testing my patience. I had to earn his trust though, so I let my arm shift, and he feel to his knees.
"Yes! My Queen! I am so sorry." He apologized hailing me. "Get up, I need a low profile. Do you know him or not?" I asked showing him the picture again.
"Yes ma'am. The name is Jack White. Him and his crew are in a stakeout on Bloodstone territory, they recently hit the Venomus Biters. They come back here every morning, and stake the woods out at night. They'll be back tomorrow at six to restock if you would like to talk to him."
"I would like to talk to him. You tell no one that I was here, I'll be back tomorrow." He nodded his head vigorously obviously still in shock that I was here. Without any other words I ran in the opposite direction. I walked in a direction that wouldn't lead anyone to my pack just in case someone was following me.
Once I confirmed that I wasn't being followed, I ran home.
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"Where the fuck were you?!" Chase growled as soon as I walked through the door. "I was taking a walk." I quickly responded, and he growled at me.
"A walk that required you to turn off your mind-link?" He asked and I shrugged. "I guess I didn't want to talk to anyone." I said, which earned me another growl.
"Stop lying to me, Paris. What is that behind your-- you didn't." He stated more than asked. "What did you tell them? That you were Olivia Martin?" He asked sarcastically, but received silence on my end.
"Oh Goddess, you told them that you were Olivia Martin. What the fuck were you thinking Paris?!" He yelled at me, and I was finally fed up with it.
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