-Kyle’s P.O.V-
Oddly enough, it was a rare sunny day in Banff. Utilizing the good weather, I had wheeled my motorbike out onto the pavement in front of the motel and taken to washing and shining it. The sleek surface lit up under a few soapy wipes and I took time in cleaning the pipes and undersurfaces too. Though I was a lone traveler with little to no material possessions, my motorbike was the only thing that was solely mine. I had saved up for it a few years ago and put the money to good use when I’d gone in search of my sister.
The sun’s warm rays stroked my face, and I had to accessorize with a pair of sunglasses to save my sensitive eyes. It was bothersome to look straight into the sun with my finely tuned eyes. Even from my spot outside on the pavement, I heard my mobile phone ringing in the second story level, from my black backpack. Oh, the perks of heightened senses.
Dropping the rag, I wheeled the bike back underground and took the stairs three at a time to my level. My phone only had a few contacts, so the most likely caller was Florence, and I’d only given my number to her for emergencies. The door burst open at my touch and I dove for my phone before it cut off, nearly falling off the couch in the process.
“Hello?” I grumbled into the phone.
“Kyle, its Florence. You have to hear me out. I’m with Joullian at a gas station and I looked inside his wallet. I found an ID that said he was called Jonathon Amoretti-” My ears perked up at the news. So her fabulous human boy had a double identity? Guess he wasn’t so fabulous after all.
After a pause, she continued. “Look, I also found a photo. It was of your sister.” My body was frozen, my mouth as dry as the desert. This boy had a photo of my sister? The dots connected instantly and I bit back a growl. His name was Jonathon, and he had a photo of my sister. It had to be him, this couldn’t be a coincidence. I was going to rip his throat out.
“It’s him, it’s finally him.” My voice was grave, I knew that she was attached to him but he had to go. I would track him down and demand answers; he had to know where my sister was.
“I also got a call from Benjamin Sergio. He has my best friend Annie, and he wants me to meet him in a warehouse on Barnhill Road, the third one along. You need to come and help, I don’t trust Joullian anymore!” Her voice was rushed, frantic. I could imagine her presently having a panic attack.
“Florence calm down! Act normal, he can’t know that you have figured it out. I’ll be there as fast as I can, and until then you need to stay put, okay? We’ll sort this entire thing out,”I had to reassure her first, because if he found out, she could be in danger. I hope that her acting skills were up to scratch, because she had to pull this one of flawlessly.
“Okay, but hurry,” she whispered. I hung up and dropped the phone. I had dreamt of this day, prepared for it mentally a thousand times. But when it came down to the few seconds I needed, I had no idea what to do. Obviously I was going to drive to the warehouse, but should I go armed? My eyes flicked to the dark bag in the corner, the very same that I had carried with me all of these years.
With my final decision made, I grabbed the bag and packed my few belongings into my backpack. Slinging it onto my back, I slid out of the room and pulled the keys from the door. My rent was paid; I had no more ties here. Skidding down the stairs, I dropped the keys on the front desk and proceeded to the car park.
My motorbike was waiting, shining and looking eager to be exercised. I didn’t hesitate to break the speed limit as I pulled out of the building and rocketed down the road. A speeding fine was the least of my worries right now.
Barnhill road was proving hard to find. I had to stop at least twice to review a scrappy map that I had retrieved from the motel lobby, and only on the third time did I know where to go. After one final right turn, I cruised onto the street that I was looking for. The third warehouse along was quite a distance away, but I parked by a building instead.

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The Dark Side of the Moon
WerewolfMy stomach dropped to my shoes as we reached the door. It was closed, and at further inspection, locked. It probably locked upon closing, but I had no key or means of opening it. My plan had been thrown out the window, and now I was just as confused...