Torn Asunder

According to you we do not exist.
You cannot see us but we can see you.
We are no one and we are everyone.
We are watching and we are everywhere.

We are not the FBI. We are not the CIA-or the NSA. But we're just as good-if not better. We are the WNA-- Warriors of the Night Agency's -Alpha Unit. We are The Pack; Richmond Chapter. Modest on most days, but overall deadly. Some call us a hoax. Some call us ghosts, and shadows. They say that we are monsters who like to prowl stand-alone towns and devour little girls in red hoods and their grandmothers. Some say we aren't real. But we are. Terrifyingly so.
We are the best at what we do: anything and everything. In our job description, we truly live by the words "do not exist" and "have never been heard of". As most of the world should never come to know, the WNA is not only an elitist organization of the best covert ops Agents in the entire world. We are Wolves. As you have been notified, the world does not know that we exist-we are content on keeping it that way.
The Pack is no group of a select few, and neither is the entirety of the WNA-we consist of the many lines of pureblooded elites who take orders from none our True Alphas and Elders. The Pack's top priority: to take down anything and everything that endangers the supernatural, the superficial, and the paranormal. We pride ourselves on clean jobs, a strong family infrastructure, and a loyal foundation. Until now.
One of our own as broken from the Pack, from the family-he has gone Rouge. He is hell-bent on annihilating our ancient code and changing our traditional ways, corrupting the centuries of peace we have lived through with the other Units throughout the country, the world. Whomever he is, he must be taken down, before every Pack, every Unit's cover is blown to Hell. The world is not ready for us, and we are not ready for them. But if we are exposed, we won't even have the chance to fight.
Or the chance to survive.