My Inner Wolf Is Human

Chapter 2 - Alex discovers a hidden legend.

Poem: Thrill of the Hunt

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In shadows deep, a hunter's thrill,

Eyes gleaming bright, heart set to kill.

Adrenaline surges, senses awake,

The prey in sight, the ground they shake.

Swift and precise, they pounce with might,

Nature's dance, a primal delight.

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Shifters name: Alex (for now) P.O.V.

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I have been sitting at my desk inside my home office after midnight, reviewing this one poem that - which I held in my right hand - my newly acquired customer, Mr Fuzzy Socks, had sent me. He explained briefly in the letter that the poem came from his female charge, hoping to uncover a hidden message within the words.

I agree that her poem hits home with my inner killer. Unfortunately, I am expected to search for another gem that has eluded the family for seventeen years.

I continued to read the information that Mr Fuzzy Socks provided.

While trying to find an infant baby girl, they used five different witches. During each month, on a night of a full moon, each one tried to chant to find the infant. Five minutes later, they would slowly die in a mysterious way. They left behind in their left hand some random items that Mr Fuzzy Socks decided to take and keep with them.

He then decided to patiently wait for when the girl would turn eighteen. That is the reason behind him contacting me in secret, after doing his research on the number one position of the chart profile every couple of years.

He was impressed that I could find anyone in three days. As a result, I have made it my mission to be the best.

Putting the letter to one side, I continued to look inside the small box that was delivered yesterday morning. I was given specific instructions to only open the package after midnight.

And that is what I did.

In spite of this, I removed each of the five items and placed them before me: a small black toy wolf, a sample of golden red hair, a wolf design rattler, a wolf design dummy, and only one silky red baby shoe.

I sat calm and relaxed in my chair, allowing myself to tap into my inner powers. Feeling them vibrating through my body. Once I was at that point, I took a deep breath before bending forward and blowing my tracker magic over the five items.

I watched as the objects began to glow golden red. I watched as they merged together to create a small earth globe, with a sparkling dot on the mystery girl's location.

As I read the name, Silverstone Valley, I burst out laughing.

Thinking that it is ironic that my holiday destination is where the mysterious girl has been living. I was about to retrieve my phone from my jacket pocket, when I noticed that the globe started to transform into a huge and long piece of paper.

I stood up immediately, as my eyes began to scan each name. I knew what type of historical document I was witnessing.

It was a 'Royal Blue Blood Heritage Document', from the beginning of the blood line, all the way down to the end: Ruth Raya Reynolds.

Two people's names popped into my head, as my right hand pulled out my phone and the first call I made was to my mom.

All I got was static, so I decided to move to the far corner of the room. Hearing the dialling tone, I turned around to pretend that I had found a fascinating spot and began to talk to myself.

I had to use code words for my mom to understand my message, and that I will be visiting our old lady friend, Mrs C. Wilson. I ended the call with 'I love you mom'.

I then turned around slowly, noticing that the heritage document was no longer floating in the air above my desk. On the left side of my office, I have a cupboard full of goodies. I open a random draw and took out two items. One was a rare magical map box, and the other was a rare dark brown leather gloves.

I carefully opened the map box and found a map of an ancient kingdom inside. I put on the gloves and felt a strange energy emanating from them. I knew these items were going to be very useful in my adventure.

I headed back to my desk, where I placed the box on a open space, and opened the lid. After putting on the gloves, I felt a strange energy coming from them.

Chanting under my breath, I picked up the spellbound document and placed it safely inside its new home.

When I closed the lid, I watched as multi-colours were vibrating in each magical symbol on the box. I knew that I had to work quickly before the ancestral force would kill me just like it did to the other five dead witches.

I picked up the box and made my way to my bedroom. As I entered, the box flew onto my bed. Slightly freaked out by how quick things are moving. I grabbed things that I would be needing and took out another magical bag, where I added five more magical crystals inside and then went to my bed.

Making sure the opening was wide enough and using both of my hands to pick up the box and into the bag.

I dared not use another minute to call the old woman, instead I teleported straight inside her warded room. Again the bag flew out of my hand and onto a round table in the centre of the room. And without warning, a cold shiver of dread filled me, leaving a tingling sensation running along my spine.

Doom clouded my mind, blocking my evil half's better judgement.

When the ward door opened, I made a dash for it and nimbly - without being disrespectful - moved Mrs Wilson to one side and slammed the door shut.

I then grabbed her hand and marched us out of the ward room door, down the stairs and around a corner, until we reached her room.

Despite knowing I'm a great killer, I'm one of the strongest - but being close to Mrs Wilson and knowing the last twenty minutes of my life has changed me. I started to cry like a scared little boy, with hiccups and tears falling down my cheeks.

Mrs Wilson sat with me in a loving hug on her bed, patting my back. She told me that she would protect me from the big bad monster that has me freaking out like a baby.

I told her everything that happened in the last twenty four hours until the freaky moment that happened inside her ward room.

And all she said was this: "I think your mother has some explaining to do before I kill her for getting you mixed up with powers from an old legend."

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