Melissa sat at the bar in the Mausoleum, drowning her sorrows and fuming about the encounter she had with Gordon and his girlfriends. She was still infuriated that Mackenzie had dared to strike her. She was not going to let this go unanswered. Mackenzie would pay for what she did, and Gordon would suffer.

A dark-haired man in a black suit took the barstool next to her and ordered a drink from the bartender. Then he turned to Melissa. “Can I buy you a drink?”

She scoffed as she lifted her beer to her lips. “Go fuck yourself.”

“Well, aren’t you a pleasant one? No wonder your husband left you.”

She turned and looked at this man with great interest. “How did you know my husband left me?”

“I know more about you than you think… Melissa.”

She had an uneasy feeling. Was his man a hunter? He did not seem like the usual hunter type. He claimed to know a lot about her. Did he know she was a Lycanthrope? If he did, was he trying to blackmail her? If he was, he had a big surprise coming. With the mood she was in, she would not mind killing him.

Melissa looked over the man closely, trying to decide if he was a threat. His clothes looked slept in, and his square jaw was shabby and unshaven. No, she decided, she doubted he was a hunter. He did not look like one, and she was pretty good at spotting hunters.

“Ok, you have my attention. You know me. Who the hell are you?”

“Special Agent Lenard Meskler, FBI,” he introduced himself, offering her his hand. Suspicious, she shook his hand. “You came up in my investigation of your husband, Gordon Wilder.”

“Why is the FBI investigating Gordon? He is an incredibly boring man.”

“I’m not interested in Gordon. I’m interested in Mackenzie Starr, the woman he is living with.”

“Are you now?”

“You and I have the same problem.”

“Mackenzie?” He nodded. She knew her reasons for hating Mackenzie, but she was curious about what this man’s beef was with the young woman. “What do you want with Mackenzie?”

“I need her dead.”

death was extremely appealing. Who better than a crooked

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bored. She was tired. Mackenzie stood up, which drew Gordon’s attention from the man he was working on. “I’m going to go for a walk,” she said, walking over and caressing his

I’ll go with

just going to walk over to the grocery store and

wandering off alone,”

be fine. How much trouble can I possibly get into? The grocery store is two blocks over. I’m so bored

groaned. “Alright, I’ll join you when I finish up here. Please don’t go

she kissed his cheek and left the tattoo studio. She started the walk to the grocery store and stopped halfway when she saw a dark car pull up next to her, the tires screeching. It stopped right next to her and out hopped Agent Meskler and

her. Agent Meskler punched her,

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work, and he did not want her home alone. She had stopped taking clients on when she found out she was pregnant. She had simply been too sick and irritable to deal

and he waited to hear it again, and he did only seconds later. Gordon dropped his tattoo machine and left his client in the chair. He ran out of the shop, looked both

speed, Gordon simply could not keep up with a speeding car. As he ran past each shop, the others stepped out to see what was going on. He would never catch them as a man. His eye lit up, and Gordon let the change take him. In seconds he was on all fours and faster than he had. His torn close already miles behind him. As

out of control and slamming into the side

leg and both arms. Covered

threw it aside and reached in for Mackenzie. She was crying as she

was on his knees, Gordon’s vision became askew. His arms became weak and fell away, no longer holding her. He became dizzy and then collapsed on his side in the middle of the road. He could hear Mackenzie screaming for help,

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consciousness. It was at that point that she saw he was wounded. He had six bullet holes in his chest, and a pool of blood was forming beneath him. She recalled hearing gunfire, but she had thought Gordon had been missed. Mackenzie looked around at the empty road. She began to scream for help hoping the pack was still close enough to hear

and grey wolves nudged at Gordon’s body until he was draped over the tanned ones back. The tanned wolf rose then took off down the road toward Feral. The white wolf next to Mackenzie nudged her with its nose. Mackenzie assumed the wolf wanted her

the ground. They carried him inside to the dining room, where they laid him on his back on the dining room table. Mackenzie hopped off the white wolf that had carried her back

Gordon’s care, Mackenzie ran up to the bedroom and came down with five pairs of Gordon’s pants and one of her dresses and a shirt from the linen closet. Returning to the dining room, she offered each man a pair of pants and Aurora the dress. They each thanked her as they put

knife in the kitchen. He then stood over Gordon and pushed the tip of the knife into one of the bullet wounds, and began to cut the flesh, opening the wound

we don’t get the bullets out,

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