Mark watched Isis hurry off. He had enjoyed this new gig, following the girl and relaying private information to his new boss, but he had been promised a trophy. He could never get the friends alone long enough to swoop in and he was growing frustrated. He was not a patient man and if he had to wait much longer, well, his boss wouldn’t be happy.
Mark looked at his watch and became annoyed. He had been at this fucking party for two hours with no luck. As soon as he had gotten a good angle on Isis and her boy toy, she had freaked and ran off. Mark scanned the party. Not seeing his brother, Mark snuck outside for fresh air.
Mark leaned against the stair railings and lit a cigarette. A drunk couple stumbled out of the hotel and leaned against the columns making out sloppily. Mark grimaced and turned towards the parking lot. A woman stumbled on her blue high heels obviously intoxicated. Her long dreads swayed as she walked and her matching blue dress rode higher on her dark thighs.
Mark’s heartbeat quickened. She would do. Mark stubbed out his cigarette and walked towards the parking lot. Mark weaved between cars, making sure that he was unseen. He sniffed, marking her as a werefox.
The woman rummaged through her purse for her keys and finding them, pressed the unlock button. Three rows down and to his right, a red cadillac’s tail lights flashed. Still crouched, Mark walked to the cadillac and shimmied underneath it. He pulled a small transmitter device from his coat pocket and placed it underneath the car.
Mark crawled from underneath the car, but stayed crouched by the driver side door, pretending to search the ground. The werefox woman walked up to her car and jumped, placing a hand over her heart. Mark stood.
“I’m so sorry ma’am, I didn’t mean to frighten you.” Mark flashed the woman a smile.
She giggled. “It’s okay. I just didn’t see you there. Did you drop something?”
“I was looking for my keys actually.” Mark looked on the floor again. “I had to have dropped them over here.””
The werefox woman tilted her head. “Did you check your jacket pocket? I can hear jingling.”
Mark patted his pocket making them jingle. He laughed and pulled his keys out.
“This is so embarrassing.”
“No worries. We’ve all been there.”
Mark and the woman stared at each other. She blushed and looked away and Mark boyishly ran his hands through his dark blonde hair.
The woman took a step forward. “I should be going.”
“Right.” Mark reached out his hand. “I’m Mark.”
Mark held her hand for several seconds too long, maintaining eye contact.
Tina pulled her hand back, her smile faltering. She nodded and Mark stepped aside. Tina got into her car and drove away quickly. Mark reached inside his pocket to pull out his cell phone. He opened his navigation app and watched the small dot move down the road.Mark drove slowly passed a house on a secluded street. His gps tracker had brought him here and he saw the red cadillac parked in the driveway. Lights were on in the living room and a dark shadow walked passed the window. Mark continued to drive down the block, turning down several streets. He pulled in front of a house three blocks away and killed the engine.
Mark reached into the backseat of his charger and pulled out a large black duffle bag. He placed it on his passenger seat and unzipped it, revealing a plethora of knives and guns. Mark rummaged inside, finding a smaller bag. He removed the and pulled out three serrated knives and one curved knife. He held the curved knife up to the light of the streetlamp and rubbed his thumb down its blade. He shuddered and placed it in the bag with the others.
Keeping to the shadows, Mark made his way down the street. The bushes camouflaged him as he stalked. Two blocks from Tina’s house, Mark pulled out a small can from his bag and sprayed himself. It was a specialty formula he had created to help mask his smell. Werefoxes in particular were known for their keen senses and he had to make sure that this one did not detect him.
Mark’s heart beat faster the closer he got. It had been too long since the last one. He tried to obey his brothers wishes, but the hunger had grown too large to be ignored. Mark shook his head. It had always been this way as far back as he could remember. As a werewolf he was expected to hunt small prey, but his aunt had grown uneasy with the amount of small animals he brought home. She wanted to put him in a home and at first, the Alpha wouldn’t allow it.
Then at the age of 10, Mark was found with the girl next door. She was tied up and bloodied, stuffed into an old freezer left in the barn. Mark cried and screamed, begging them not to let her go, not to send him away, but in the end, the pack had no choice. Mark was sent to a home for the emotionally disturbed, forgotten, until he was released at the age of 18.
Ron, the only person to visit or write to him, picked him up that day and took him home. Ron fed and clothed him and when Mark started being out late, not coming home for several days, Ron turned a blind eye. Ron even helped clean up the mess from time to time. Mark was truly grateful for his brothers protection, but he had to hunt.
Mark stopped in front of Tina’s house. The lights had gone out in the living room, but a small light glowed from a window in the back of the house. She was probably getting ready for bed, maybe showering. Mark’s mouth watered.