Hello, readers! I was fairly surprised with the results for The Spirit of a Wolf, it did way better than I anticipated, so I thank the readers for that. If you haven't read it, I'll re-cap all the important things and events, but I reccomend reading it before this story, just for better understanding. (Oh, and if you do read the first story, feel free to leave a review for it if you want. It's never too late for constructive criticism!)
Even though I'm not entirely sure how many people wanted a sequel or will read it, I decided to make one anyway. The idea had been stuck in my head for a real long time and I know it won't go away until I put it out there, so here it is.
Disclaimer: I do not own Suite Life
A man in a dark gray cloak walked down a dim hall way, the flames of torches lining the walls glowing in his amber eyes. He had a dark feeling inside, almost as dark as the black symbol of a cobra on his cloak, identical to the tattoo on his left wrist.
He anxiously walked through the hall until he reached two tall wooden doors. He knocked on one of the doors and a masculine voice answered from the other side.
"Enter."
The man took a deep breath as his fingers curled around the cold handles. He opened the door and walked into a large office. Books were shelved neatly, weapons were placed on racks along the walls, and paintings of men and women also hung on each wall, leading to the far end of the room to where a man was sitting, filling out papers. He looked up from his work and stood up to face his visitor.
"Ah yes, Adrian. Come sit."
Adrian walked over to him, footsteps silent on the plush carpet. He bowed then sat down in a chair in front of his desk. The man was dressed in a cloak like Adrian, but with a deep crimson on the shoulders, neck, and on the edge of the sleeves.
"You wanted to see me, Head Master?" Adrian asked. It took every ounce of his will power to restrain from shifting nervously underneath the Head Master's intense gaze.
"Yes, I have an assignment for you," he said as he sat back down.
Adrian's head snapped up in surprise of the news. He hadn't had an assignment in a year. Not since...it had happened. His heart began pounding in his chest.
"An anonymous caller reported a werewolf a few months ago. They wouldn't give us much information; only name and location. But we researched the rest." he said, handing Adrian a vanilla folder. "Of course, this will be a single mission. I don't need to remind you of the last time you took an assignment with a partner."
Adrian looked down, feeling a knife stab his heart. "Of course sir."
"Dismissed."
Adrian opened the door to his room, sitting the folder on his desk. He opened it and picked up the picture of the werewolf. She was young, had long, dark blonde hair, and brown eyes. But he wan't buying it. Behind those brown eyes held a monster out for blood. The man smirked.
"Well Bailey Pickett, I look forward to meeting you."
Adrian knew, deep down, that this wouldn't be like the last time. He wouldn't let it be like the last time. He would come out victorious. He would finally prove himself.
Short, I know. Also not as action-y as the prologue to the other story, but I needed to start this story somehow.
Please tell me what you think in the review I know you wonderful readers will leave me!
-Friedchicken23
