" Message for you." Fenrir paused in the act of walking out of the pub to blink at the goblin. He didn't allow any expression to cross his face as he walked over and took the folded parchment from the little man who went back to shining drinking glasses.
Fenrir opened it and glanced at the content expecting a query for some sleazy job or other. Or maybe the stupid witch he had bitten had kicked the bucket. She had apparently not taken into account that getting bitten was not only going to hurt but it was going to produce blood shed and an infection. He almost broke his blank expression to smirk when he remembered how the little hospital they had available to them had practically put her into a coma to stop her shrieks of pain.
He and his comrades had spent an hour laughing and mimicking her screams. His ginger haired Lycan who had expected the witch to be his mate had apparently gotten pretty disgusted with her whole agonizing performance. Fenrir merely looked at it like this. Act tough then you damn well better be tough or get out of the way.
No this letter was so unexpected he actually stood there for a moment to read it again. The contents were simple enough.
Dear Fenrir Greyback,
I have questions to which you have information. I have something you will want very badly and I am willing to trade if you provide the answers I seek. Please meet me at the cottage three at the edge of the woods as soon as possible. As this is a private matter you may not wish to involve anyone else.
Fenrir turned and continued out of the pub thinking hard. He knew cottage 3, it was a fallen down dump which meant somebody didn't want their whereabouts known. Second he couldn't imagine anyone having anything he wanted unless it was an army of shape shifters ready to follow his beck and call and he was fairly sure that was out. Third the letter smelled like a child.
That more then anything sent him out the door eagerly. It had been a long time since he had feasted on the succulent flesh of a child. One that was hiding from the town was easy pickings that no one needed to know about. When he crumpled the letter a spurt of blue flame came from his hand and briefly lit up his harsh face. He was wearing a chilling grin.