And the dynamic duo is back at it again! Thank BG-13 for being such an awesome partner!
Yang's POV
I leaned back against Bumblebee, scanning the beach where ships were docking and letting passengers off and on. I half wondered if the person who'd contacted my mother had changed their mind and was trying to hitch a ride. It was a possibility, but that would count as wasting my mother and, more importantly, my time. That would be dangerous even for the fiercest of souls in the Kingdoms.
Lately, my mother had been noticing more unsolved disappearances in Menagerie, and suspicions were confirmed when she received a call, talking about the killings. So she sent me, her second, her executioner. I was feared, and that was probably for the best.
And now, here I was, looking for one runaway pup that had strayed from her pack. It would have been easier if there hadn't been so many people and wolves lurking about. But the Southern border of Anima could get cramped, being one of the few beaches in the nearby kingdoms. Of course this would be the mission that would prove difficult.
As the day dragged on, the docks and the town started to clear a little, and it wasn't as overwhelming. I even spotted someone who seemed promising. She sat by herself, as she had been for the last hour. She was fidgeting, nervous. Her light yellow eyes flickered around, watching, only adding to the idea that she was my target, the one I was supposed to meet up with. One of her hands came up and tucked a strand of jet black hair behind her ear. She was wearing some sort of uniform. Must have just gotten off work.
The person in question sat around for another hour before shaking her head and getting up to leave. The wolf took the bus and I rode behind it on Bumblebee a few blocks before she got off and turned down an alley. I waited a second before parking my bike and going in after her... only to have to dodge the wooden plank that had been aimed at my head.
I came to a halt, gaze blazing behind my aviators. Though I knew she couldn't see my eyes, she flinched and I could smell her sharp fear. But just as quick, yellow eyes deepened to gold and she straightened, seeming to regain her backbone.
"Why are you following me?"
I furrowed my brow as I continued my approach. There was something...off. It only took a second more before I realized that my wolf was completely asleep right now. It never slept. I continued to study the shorter women.
I mistook her for a submissive at first. Most werewolves were more or less dominant in their nature. Gentler natured people usually weren't cursed enough to actually survive the transformation, and as a result they were few and far between. But no, she was...something different. Her fear was calling out to me, and it caused this unbidden urge to protect.
She could only be an Omega.
All I knew after that was that no matter what else happened, I was going to kill whoever had given her that bruised look to begin with.
