The Assassin

Chapter Three

I headed for the door of my cabin. I felt a little upset that the wolf had disappeared. Maybe he was hiding somewhere in my cabin, but I didn't have the time to hunt him down. Who knows? Maybe I'll return and he'll be there. I turned and closed the door behind me. I slid my key in to lock it. Then, I turned back around and there was a raven sitting on a tree branch. It cawed loudly at me. I stared at hit holding my key in my left hand. The raven reminded me of my last pet. I felt saddness and took out my dagger. Instead of adding a cut I threw the dagger at the raven. I never miss. The dagger stabbed the bird in it's chest. I watched the bird fall to the ground. I saw it flop a little and then I walked down my steps and headed over to it, but when I arrived where it had been laying, it was gone, and it's place was the black wolf with beautiful eyes. I crouched down and lifted the wolf's head and realized there was a stab wound in its chest. I stared in disbelief. How is this possible? A shapeshifter? The wolf was breathing, but it was also bleeding horribly. I picked up my dagger and cleand it, then slid it back into it's loop under my hair. I picked the wolf up and headed for my horse. My horse was standing tied to another tree. I laid the wolf up over the horse's shoulders and then I mounted. I made sure to keep the front of the wolf lifted so that it didn't bleed out. I kept my hands on the wound to slow the bleeding. I headed for the nearest town.

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After arriving at the town, the wolf appeared to be unmoving. I dismounted and carried the wolf into the vet's office. People were staring at me. Some know of me, some don't.

"It's okay," I whispered into the wolf's ear. "I've got you." I carried it in and hollered for help. Some people rushed out and took him from my arms. I watched them carry it back and they disappeared into the back. I stood still covered in it's blood. A woman approached me.

"Excuse me, would you like to clean up?" She gestured to my clothes and I shook my head.

"No." I replied. The woman nodded 'okay', then she turned to leave but I spoke up. "Do you have a time frame in which I can return to pick it up?"

"It?" The woman asked. "Does the pup have a name?"

"No." I replied with a tilt of my head. "I never name my 'pets'." I replied. The woman seemed confused.

"Well," She shrugged. "Might want to name this pup, he's a beautiful breed of dog."

"He?" I questioned and the woman nodded with a smile. "He's a dog...?"

"Oh," She tilted her head. "Is he a wolf then?"

"I would say" I snapped at her. "His large size, the thickness of his fur. He's surely a wolf."

"Alright then, well you might want to think of a name for the pup."

"Thanks. I will be back." I turned to leave, but I turned around to ask one more question. "Take care of him please." I said softly and the woman smiled. "I, uh, live alone and I've grown pretty close to him already."

"More of a reason to give him a name, ma'am." She smiled. "I will make sure he is safe and well cared for. I can give you a call if you'd like? If you don't mind giving me a number to contact you with?" I heard yelping from the back of the office. I felt my heart hurt, and that's not a feeling I usually get. I nodded and handed the woman a paper with my number. "Name?" She quesioned.

"None." I replied, and then turned to leave. 

I walked out and I looked down at my clothes. I was covered in wolf's blood. How lovely. I mounted my horse and I then headed for a workplace, the place where 'Nick' lives. I wondered secretly why Ryan wanted Nick dead, since Nick seemed to be a nice person. When I arrived at the workoffice where Nick worked I walked into the front doors. Everyone stared at me. I mean, I also would stare at a woman covered in blood. I chuckled as I realized people probably don't know it's wolf blood. I shot a glance at a man and he looked away quickly. I bet they are questioning if it's human blood or not. I chuckled again and headed upstairs. I walked into a room that had written on the door "Nick Crowley's Office" I'm no expert but, wait yes I am. I'm pretty sure this is his office. Why am I walking straight into all the doors and letting everyone see me you ask? Please. People know who I am, and they know what I do. The cops can't chase me because they don't know where I live. They follow me because, well, they don't live long enough to. I've gone unharmed by anyone Regular for years. And yes, I have been working this job for years. Five to be exact. I enjoy the job a lot. I entered a small room where a tiny Regular sat at a desk. By tiny I mean much smaller than a normal Regular. I mean, compared to me, this little Regular must be at least two feet shorter than me. She got a look of horror as I approached her desk. I smiled and then remembered I was covered in blood so I cut the disguise and got on to business.