Intro
Two people walked together down a foggy, city street. The man looked at his female companion with a combination of disbelief and anger. He was tall, compared to her, with black and orange fur covering his body. His eyes were tiger like and his blonde hair was restrained with a band of leather. He wore a black overcoat that barely fit over his muscular arms and wide shoulders. Under the overcoat he wore a tight black t-shirt and dark jeans. His tail was barely visible under it.
His companion was slender and edgy. She wore the exact clothing her companion wore and was constantly looking at him. She knew he had caught her doing something but didn’t know what it was. His anger was radiating off him and giving her chills. She whimpered every now and again and tried to show him she was submissive. Each time she did this he grabbed her by the hair and pulled her back up to her normal height with an angry glance. Her snow white hair reflected the sliver half moon. She finally made up her mind to risk a question. “Agent Power?”
When she didn’t get a reaction from him she asked again, “Agent Powerstripe? What did I do?”
His cat ear twitched in the direction he wanted to go. She followed him to the right and soon realized she was in an alleyway with no escape. “Agent Powerstripe is something wrong?”
“Yes,” he said.
“What is it?”
“You.” He grabbed her by the neck and held her against one of the walls. “You’re the spy.”
Her expression at first was one of shock and then her eyes narrowed. “I told you before I was pushed into your arm. I didn’t make you miss intentionally.”
“Liar,” he said as he took a slow deep breath. “Do you honestly think that werewolves are the only ones with keen noses?”
As he began to cut off her air supply she let out a high pitched whimper. “You think that I can’t smell Jacob on you? You didn’t just bump my arm on accident. You did it to save your mate, the target.” His voice grew more menacing, “You think I couldn’t tell that you were the alpha female of the pack we were hunting?” He noticed that his hand was starting to expand with her throat. “So… the might huntress wants to settle this like the animal she is? Fine.”
He let her go and stepped back until he was against the opposite wall. She was hunched over on all fours in a swift and fluent change. As she changed her hair extended to the length of her back and ended in a tail. When she glanced up with her wolf eyes she saw he didn’t change into his weretiger form. Good, she thought, an easy kill. As she launched at him, he sidestepped, and broke her back with one blow of his hand. He grabbed her muzzle before she could howl in agony.
“Now,” he said in calm, chilling tones, “give me one good reason why I shouldn’t kill you right now. Tell my why I should spare your miserable hide, wolf.”
He removed his hand long enough to hear her explanation. “I know where he is hiding,” she said the common werebeast language. “He’s in Central Park under the statue, waiting for his next victim.”
“You’ve lied to me and the organization for years. How do I know you’re telling the truth now?” he asked.
“I swear by the full moon that I am telling the truth,” she said quickly.
“Is the rest of the pack with him?”
“No,” she lied.
“Good,” he said. “Rest in peace, traitor.” With that he broke her neck. When he walked out of the alley he pulled out his cell phone and punched a button.
“Name please,” a cool female voice asked.
“Agent Bigclaw.”
“Hold please.” Some elevator music came on followed by a deep baritone.
“What?” it asked.
“Boss?”
“Who is this?”
“Agent Powerstripe.”
“Did you find the target?”
“Yes.”
“Did you kill him?”
“No. Agent Whitemoon saw to it that I missed her mate.”
“Her mate?!”
“Yeah.”
“Do you know where the target is now?”
“Yes…Central Park under the main statue.”
“Very well. Back up is on the way.”
“What? Why?”
“Alpha males never travel alone. You have to remember that werewolves are different from us.”
He knew the werebear was telling the truth but didn’t want to deal with the stupidity of the proud werelions and the humans. He would rather go after the werewolves himself and told his boss that. “Listen, Powerstripe, you’re to report back here ASAP. That’s an order.”
“Fine. I’m on my way now and will see you in an hour.” He gave a usual response and hung up the phone before his boss could reprimand him for the insulting remark. He knew he would get a good smack from him when he got back to headquarters. He got into his dark sports car and punched the gas.
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