I eyes flicker open, burning from the light that was entering them. The morning is warm but I could hear the wind quietly rustling outside of the academy, already signs of a nice day. I stretch under the soft blankets of the bed, instantly noticing the lack of Kyle's presence, I always hate when he does that. Kyle is always one to get up early, whether by choice or by the nightmares he has, he always ends up getting up anyway. There have been few scenarios where he has stayed with me, they are always the best of mornings, I missed them a lot, but I guess some things never change. Then I hear footsteps coming up the hall and towards the door, the door opens.

"Hey, beautiful."
Kyle's voice was alerting but also calming to my ears. He closed the door softly, holding a tray that he quickly places on the table then slides to our bed. Before I can say hello back, he leans in and kisses me, sliding right beside me while doing so. Our kiss passionately lasts a long while, but I wish it lasted longer.
"What's with the tray?" I giggle, kissing his neck lovingly.
"It's our breakfast," he smiles back at me, those dimples winking at me cheekily.
He made me breakfast, oh my god, just like before, I did say some things never change. But it looked different, it wasn't Starbucks or any local coffee, the coffee was in a mug, how exciting.
"Did you make breakfast?"
Kyle's face lights up the moment I say that, his cheeks glowing a fiery red colour. "Yes, I thought it'd be a good change, but If you want I can-"
"I love it," I whisper in his ear, biting it softly.

I kick myself off of the bed, heading straight towards the table, not caring that I was still in just my underwear. I saw him stare at my butt, but I didn't care, it was his to see anyway. I look at the food he had made; two cups of coffee and some bacon and eggs. But there was only one plate full of bacon and eggs, did he not get food for himself? I stare at him, letting my eyebrows do all of the talking.
"What?" he says, picking up his coffee and sipping it.
"Where's your food?"
"Oh," he pauses. "I don't need any breakfast, baby. I'll be okay."
I pick up a piece of bacon and break it in half, placing it near Kyle's mouth. He shakes his head but I'm not going to take it away from him, not until he has a bite. He rolls his eyes then takes a bite, smiling while chewing on the soft pig meat. I take the last bite of the bacon, placing the plate onto my lap.
"We're going to eat it together, okay?"
"I won't argue with you, baby. I actually enjoyed that, damn I'm a good cook."
"Oh, shut up!" I giggle.

We finish our breakfast and I go to our wardrobe, looking for my black jeans. I was used to the colour of the academy; black, black and more fucking black. Kyle didn't mind the colour but he always wears white singlets for simple tasks like cutting wood or shopping, seems to be the colour he likes most. Everything was quiet, it was the peak of the weekend and all of the girls were off as usual, even Queenie went away to see her cousins down in South Carolina. It was just Kyle, I, Luna and Cordelia in the house. Cordelia and Luna have gotten close lately, always going into the market for shopping and watching movies, it's good that Cordelia has someone to share time with when Queenie and I are busy. I put on my jeans right in the midst of time, because I hear a knock on the door.

"Come in!" Kyle and I, laughing like children at the thought of us jinxing on another.
Cordelia walks in, wearing casual clothes for a change, but she was holding her phone. She looks tired and stressed out, what's going on?
"Hey, Cordelia. What's up?" I ask her.
"I'm well. I know this is the weekend, but this is important." Her voice said it all; worry and distress, this isn't good. I know Cordelia and I can tell when there's something wrong, it's a witch thing, and I can feel a lot of bad energy splicing off of her.
"Sounds important," Kyle snarks. "What is it?"
"We've had another threat," Cordelia says, making shivers go down my spine. Not again. "It was sent last night, but this time, it seems much different. Seems like this person knows us, or has been spying on us at the least. But it seems that they were poor about sending the message, and this is when you guys come in. You're going to see our 'watcher', Jason Lunar, he is also a tech guy that knows how to track text messages. So if it's possible, he'll know how to do it. Before you say anything, if you complete this task, you will have an additional three days off."
"Alright," Kyle says, answering quicker than I expected him to. "Any tips?"
"Don't piss Jason off, he's a member of the high moon pack, so he'll have quite a temper."

She leaves the room, quietly closing the door behind her. There's no way, no way that- no- a member of the High Moon Pack?! She's got a werewolf working for us?! Kyle wouldn't understand the name of the pack, he only knows of the different types of witches and hunters, it's all Cordelia thought he should know. A werewolf working for witches, never thought I'd see the day of that happening, especially after hearing about what the witches have done to their kind.
"Zoe?" Kyle says, his soft voice catching my attention.
"Yeah?"
"When she said High Moon Pack, she wasn't referring to werewolves, right?"
Good one, Kyle, always a step ahead of the game. Kyle is extremely intelligent, more intelligent than when he was freshly ressurected. He was kinda' back to his normal state now, took its time but he did get there, the undead strength and rage though, that is permanent.
"Yes, Kyle. We're going to have to be extra careful with these ones, werewolves have been known to hunt and murder witches, so the fact that we're suddenly working with one, confuses me."
"Alright, Zoe. No mistakes, no killings today, I'd prefer if this assessment was quick and clean."
"I agree."

The drive was quick and restless, but we finally got to our destination, and by the look off it, it was quite a shady part of New Orleans. The place looked like a mechanic's shop but with less style and care. Werewolves were known to live in burrows in the Iron Age, but it wasn't that time anymore, now they live in drug dens or anywhere that they believe are worth living in. Never thought that I'd ever meet one to be honest, I heard that a dozen or less lived in the New Orleans area in the seventies, I couldn't imagine what the number is now. We exit the Porsche, Kyle makes sure that it's completely locked and we walk towards the shotty looking building. We're centimetres away from the door when it opens on it's own, revealing a casually dressed man with curly black hair and a large scar that went from his eye to his chin.

"Well hello there," he said. "I'm Jason, you must be Cordelia's witch and her guard-dog."
I could feel the bad energy already flowing off of Kyle, and could hear the snarl-like breathing he was doing. The sound was familiar, his temper was being tested.
"Damn, man, I was kidding. Jesus fucking Christ, I can smell the bad emotion coming off of ya'! Come in, come in! I'm sure you two will want to finish this so you could all just go home and do whateva' ya' want."
Great, the werewolf can smell my emotions and sense my thoughts, that's exactly what I want. I bet Kyle's scent is a scent to behold. We walk into the building, instantly smelling the scent of pot and alcohol, but you could also smell how much they tried to hide it with air freshener, at least they were thinking about their guests.
"Over here is where the magic is going to happen," he chuckles. "No pun intended of course!"
I pass him over the phone and he grips it quickly, nearly snatching it out of my hand, but apologising afterwards.

His computer looked expensive, like those stereotypical hacker computers you'd see in an FBI movie or something like that. He must work for high amounts of money because by the look of the computer he has packed in a large corner of the building, it may have cost him a fortune. It didn't seem right though, werewolves suddenly working for witches, Cordelia must have paid him a lot for this.
"Hey Jason!" A voice says from upstairs. "Who the fuck are these people?!"
"Calm it, Todd. This is Zoe Benson and Kyle Spencer, members of Miss Robichaux's Academy. They're here for a simple job, shouldn't take me too long by the look of it."
I look up at Todd, who was with another guy with blonde hair. All three of them had scars on their eyes, like some type of battle-scar, that made it obvious that they were all werewolves. Three werewolves living in the same house, beta-werewolves most likely, all three, with no Alpha, that's very odd for the werewolf kind.
"How do you know us so well?" Kyle snarls, his eyes meeting the werewolf's.
"It's my job, they don't call me a 'watcher' for no reason."

He plugs the phone into the computer and like that, a black screen full of codes appears instantly. The codes were confusing, even for Kyle, and he apparently took an advanced technology class when he was still in high school.
"This is interesting, very very interesting," Jason says to himself.
"What is," I ask him, confused about his babbling.
"Seems like whoever sent this text, wa'ts to be found. I'm going to take ex'reme care with this one, and use satellite imagery to find the location of which this was sent. It's going to be easy, but It'll take a few minutes, y'all are welcome to sit down for those minutes if you'd like?"
Jason was polite, which wasn't surprising, because it seems that they don't get a lot of guests. His Scottish accent gave away his family traits and where he's from, but I found it cool, not sure about Kyle though. I lean against their sofa, watching Kyle as he walks around the building observing everything like he does, he hated the guard-dog comment, I was sure of that, but he promised he wouldn't get into trouble, and so far he's in complete control.

"And walla! We are complet'ly sorted."
I go back to the computer, noticing the satellite image as being familiar to my eyes, even in birds eye view. Swamps, gardens and lots of land. Is it- Is it Misty Day's shack? Why would someone go there to ambush anyone, it's empty. But then I realise how often some witches go there to get the swamp mud for quick healing of scars, so if whoever sent the text has been on constant spy duty, and we have to make sure nobody goes there until the matter is resolved.
"Kyle," I say to catch his attention. "The threat came from Misty Day's shack."
"That's impossible, we should call Cordelia as soon as possible."
"I suggest you do that now, mate," Jason says.

I take my phone out of my bag and dial Cordelia's number straight away. This is important, this is more complicated and what is was originally supposed to be, this was supposed to be a simple assessment. Cordelia picks up straight away, her soft voice distracting me from the situation.
"Hey, Zoe. How's the assessment going?"
"We found out where the text had come from, Misty Day's shack. I don't why or when they got there, but the hunters or whoever it is, is playing us. We need to sort this out today or any time sooner or-"
"Zoe! Listen to me! You will not, you will NOT go near that place! I will sort this out myself, I will not have any more of my girls die! You understand me?"
"Yes, my supreme."
"This isn't a request, go near there and there will be consequences, maybe not even from me. So I'm going to risk that, tell Kyle that as well, no mistakes."
I hang up the phone, placing back into my bag. I've never heard her like that before, never since I've been at the academy. This isn't good.
"What is it?" Kyle asks me, his eyes saying it all. "You look a little pale."
"It's nothing," I know I lied, but I have to for his sake, he'll just go there if I tell him not to. "It's nothing."