Wolfhart Inquiries book one

1- The Job Offer

10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15 minutes passed as we sat in my office in silence, the supposed client was looking around with a bit of a snoddy, nose up manner that was seriously starting to piss me the fuck off. By 15 I had enough of just looking at this asshole, Donovan Hock; a tall man, taller then my 6 foot by at least a few inches, definitely Greek with slick back black hair with bits of white, and it was one of those slick back where they push it up or something to make it stick up. Pompadour I believe it's called? Even worse was the all white suit save for the royal purple tie with a ruby and gold tie clip and cuffs, all too prim and snobby for my taste. In all honesty the only reason I even took this meeting was because of his name and my mild obsession with Mass Effect (Don't judge).

"Are you going to tell me what the fuck you want, dude? 'Cause if not I would really like to get some lunch." I snapped at him in annoyance, grabbing his attention as he raised a brow at me.

"It's 10am." He started like it would change my mind about lunch or something.

"So? I'm hungry. So maybe just get to the damn point before I just kick you out, and possibly kick your ass for wasting my time and making me get up at this ungodly hour." I growled, letting my wolf side seep out a small bit. It wasn't a big deal given I knew the man in front of me was Immortal. Though as to what kind, no idea, I just knew that my little knick knacks all over my office said he was an Immortal. An old one, over a millenia, likely a 5th generation for a True/Original Immortal would be my guess. 

"It's 10am," he stated again with a confused look at my calling it an ungodly hour.

"Technically it's 10:16. But I don't like being up and productive before noon. Now will you just tell me why you are here?" I stated, growling at the demand for an answer. Clearing his throat, and fixing his suit he took a deep breath before FINALLY getting to it.

"Hmm, well, you see, my niece recently went missing and her mother is beside herself." He stated uncomfortably.

"You're pretty old, aren't you? The older beings tend to be the most uncomfortable with showing any kind of weakness, such as caring for someone, especially if it's someone that can't defend themselves..." I observed as I watched how much he clammed up. "How are you related to this niece and her mother?"

"My brother is her distant maternal-grandfather." Donovan sighed in defeat. I've seen a lot of old ones like him, you live so long, see so many of those you love and care for grow old and die, and it can be so hard to show how much it hurts. Especially if you have enemies. Which, in all honesty, if you live a long live, and so do they, you definitely will collect quite a bit. Watching the way he looked away and crinkled his eyes with hints of anger and shame I instantly picked up on a fact about his brother.

"He was mortal." I stated, getting a nod in confirmation. It happens sometime, Immortal families birthing a mortal. After all, mortality started out as a birth defect. Honestly it was natures way of keeping us from over populating, despite everyone thinking mortality was a defect, it was actually natural evolution. I mean think about it, if no one ever just dies without being killed the world will overpopulate and die. But no one ever really thinks about that, too busy being selfish. "You were very close to your brother I take it? And you protect them like you did him, am I right?" I asked as I leaned back crossed arm in my high back office chair.

"Yes. and my niece, the one that's missing, she was showing signs of having an waken Immortal gene. Her mother said she was getting involved with a magic gang." Donovan sighed, leaning forward on his knees, looking exhausted. It was an exhaustion I knew too well, the kind that no amount of sleep will ever heal, the kind only an Immortal can feel after living a too long live.

The magic gang bit peaked my interest. Ever since I told my Uncle Roddrick that we, Immortals, were going to make ourselves known to the world, having been in a sort of hiding since I got sick of the never ending wars. And I'm not talking about some covert cold wars shit, no, I'm talking about full blown Crusades shit. After like the 7th or 10th I said I was done and forced peace by separating them. Much like a parent with fighting children. But I figured that a couple Millenniums should be enough to try again. We'll see how it goes... But, anyways, since the Immortals and magic and what have you became public knowledge there have been dozens of "Magic Gangs" popping up everywhere. Basically a bunch of assholes with access or enough knowledge of magic causing trouble. I even heard that gangs like the Bloods and Crips had magic users now.