Taming the Wolf (Jacob Frye x Reader) [DISCONTINUED]

Feral, 40

A firm pounding upon the old door rang throughout the room, causing the Wolf to shift her head towards the door.  As her gaze fell upon the location of the sound, her vision glitched, silvery blue letters appeared in front of her. 

Get out.

She thought for a moment, before the Wolf began to move.  She quickly and silently slipped on her coat and flipped up her hood...
She focused her senses, seeing sounds and hearing shapes.  There was a green outline outside, a top hat perched upon the figures head and hands hung loosely at their sides.  They raised their fist once more to knock before Y/n swung it open with her pistol drawn. 

Jacob stumbled back several feet with his hands up in surprise.  "Y/n!  Easy, Love, its just me....Jacob.." Y/n lowered the pistol slightly, watching his every move with a wild glint in her e/c eyes.  "How did you find me?"  She demanded, flipping her pistol and holstering it.  She moved so he could enter as she shut the door behind him.  "I'm an Assassin, remember?  Besides, what kind of boyfriend would I be if I couldn't find my favorite terror of the night?" 
Y/n had no response, so she yawned and leaned against the window sill.
Her expression was slightly tense and her eyes unfocused...her demeanor was just off enough to spook Jacob.

"I know that look, Y/n."  He said, cautiously stepping closer.  "Ignore it, okay?"  He whispered and gently raised his hand to cup her cheek, her eyes flicked to his hand as she flinched away, eyeing him as she began to walk towards the door.  Her hand wrapped around the brass knob before she glanced at him...he looked sad that she was leaving. 

Opening the door, she found four dead Blighters spread across the floor, she didn't care to step over them and was soon out in the cold rain of London.  A child stood upon an upturned bucket, shouting the newest headlines...  "The Wolf had been sighted in Westminster!  Read all about it!  Sources say that Crawford Starrick has lost forty three percent of his factories due to rebellion activity-!"  Y/n broke into an unstable jog, before full on sprinting.  She couldn't get away from him...she didn't want to hurt him...  As she ran, the rain began to fall harder, causing her to slip and roll through some mud. 
Soon, someone slammed her into a brick wall in an alleyway.  She growled under her breath and shook the dizziness from her head.  "You know you just messed up, right?"  She said, her vision blurring for a moment before gaining its focus once more.  The enemy chuckled, pulling a book from his pocket and opening it...he spoke quietly,  his grin growing with every word.

"River..."

She froze, looking him straight in the eyes, almost daring him to continue.

"Night..."

Y/n shook her head, feeling the familiar twinge as her personalities switched...

"Hunter.."

Her eyes went blank, as if she had fallen victim to Death himself, yet they held a pained glow in them.

"Prey."  At this, she stood straight up, her gaze empty and cold as she awaited her commands.  "You are to kill Jacob and Evie Frye, without fail.  If you do not succeed, you are to commit suicide to prevent capture or interrogation."

"Understood."

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Jacob sighed as he watched Y/n sprint away, he guessed she needed space for a bit..so he decided to head to a fight club in Southwark.  Upon arrival, a child ran up to him and handed him a note.  It was from an anonymous source by the looks of it.

Your precious Wolf is in the hands of the enemy.  A storm is approaching. 

A

Jacob studied the note, deciding it his best interest to look into this. 

Did something happen?  Why didn't he follow her?  Should he send some Rooks to spy what's going on first?
Questions flooded his mind as he hopped up onto a carriage and raced off, following her tracks in the mud.  A dark and dingy alleyway was all he found before locating a new trail...
Except this one seemingly disappeared after a couple meters.

"Dear God, what happened, Y/n?"