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Rod's hand tightened around the receiver. "What did Travis want?"
"I know you aren't on good terms with your family but he said something about your sister."
There was a long pause. "Next time he calls, give him the name of the bar. If he wants to see me, he can make his way here."
"You on the job?"
I turned my eyes back to the television screen of the displayed corpse of Thomas the werewolf but the newscasters had moved on to the mysterious reports of a large black cat being spotted in the area. Of course the only ones seeing it were the old and homeless so they were being mocked in that oh so condescending way human young held for their elders.
"Rodrigo?"
"I'm on it."
"I'll tell everyone the God of the Night is on the prowl."
Rod hung up the phone. The last time Travis had wanted to 'talk' it was the last day Rod had spent on the preserve. Travis and his sister Lisa Marie had ruined his world once. What the hell could they do to him now? Rod pulled his wrap around shades out of his leather vest and shook the arms open. He glanced at himself in the mirror at the back of the bar. The iridescent inner glow of his yellow eyes was bright with emotion over the loss of another young life and the emotional turmoil that ripped through the scar he thought was healed. His family had thrown him away when the times got tough and he had learned to stand on his own. The Community depended on him to keep the secret from humanity. Blending was key for this. Rod pulled the glasses on then tossed a few bills on the bar top.
Humanity didn't need to know the world they lived in was shared. They dismissed the stories of men turning beasts as nothing more than legends and myths used to scare the uneducated into social behavior. Men didn't need to know that weres walked among them. Rod twitched as he felt his natural senses pick up in anticipation of a hunt. It had been a while since he let his inner cat walk the night. Tonight the werejaguar would take care of the werewolf problem. The situation with the werecougars would have to wait until tomorrow.
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The situation was taken care of. Animal control had taken the carcass to an incinerator before the over eager scientists could get on the scene and clamor for samples. The park was already returned to its natural splendor with new dirt trucked in and spread around to mask the scent of blood and death. Just to make sure, Rod followed the closest human game trail, watching and regarding the movement around him. People carried on their daily lives pushing little hairless cubs in those rolling carriages. Dogs caught scent of Rod but those in the park at this time of day were the small breeds. Some barked but it was more of a warning to stay away than a challenge. The larger dogs were unpredictable and if they banded together in their fear they might cause some trouble, but as Rod carried on through the park there was only one and it was too busy playing with its human.
The scent of the wolf lead him to the cache that had been left behind a bush, a backpack containing the last of the worldly goods of Thomas. Runners, jeans, a t-shirt, packs of teriyaki flavored jerky and a wallet. Deep at the bottom of the bag was a scrap of a leather collar. Youth was wasted on the stupid.
Hoisting the bag over his shoulder Rod did one last sweep for possible evidence then left to finish up with Mannix. The city was familiar to him but it would never be home. It was a place he could live until he got strong enough to move on. Just like how it was before when his mother was killed. He had forgotten that but the werecougars had reminded me that he was a foreigner in this land - a jaguar as black as night in the mountains of North America.
It'd been three years now since that fight. Rod caught himself reaching up to touch the parallel scar that raked his side from under his arm to his hip. The wound wasn't that deep but it had been bloody, and the cuts were clean, but these silvery marks were just
Rod's hand tightened around the receiver. "What did Travis want?"
"I know you aren't on good terms with your family but he said something about your sister."
There was a long pause. "Next time he calls, give him the name of the bar. If he wants to see me, he can make his way here."
"You on the job?"
I turned my eyes back to the television screen of the displayed corpse of Thomas the werewolf but the newscasters had moved on to the mysterious reports of a large black cat being spotted in the area. Of course the only ones seeing it were the old and homeless so they were being mocked in that oh so condescending way human young held for their elders.
"Rodrigo?"
"I'm on it."
"I'll tell everyone the God of the Night is on the prowl."
Rod hung up the phone. The last time Travis had wanted to 'talk' it was the last day Rod had spent on the preserve. Travis and his sister Lisa Marie had ruined his world once. What the hell could they do to him now? Rod pulled his wrap around shades out of his leather vest and shook the arms open. He glanced at himself in the mirror at the back of the bar. The iridescent inner glow of his yellow eyes was bright with emotion over the loss of another young life and the emotional turmoil that ripped through the scar he thought was healed. His family had thrown him away when the times got tough and he had learned to stand on his own. The Community depended on him to keep the secret from humanity. Blending was key for this. Rod pulled the glasses on then tossed a few bills on the bar top.
Humanity didn't need to know the world they lived in was shared. They dismissed the stories of men turning beasts as nothing more than legends and myths used to scare the uneducated into social behavior. Men didn't need to know that weres walked among them. Rod twitched as he felt his natural senses pick up in anticipation of a hunt. It had been a while since he let his inner cat walk the night. Tonight the werejaguar would take care of the werewolf problem. The situation with the werecougars would have to wait until tomorrow.
****
The situation was taken care of. Animal control had taken the carcass to an incinerator before the over eager scientists could get on the scene and clamor for samples. The park was already returned to its natural splendor with new dirt trucked in and spread around to mask the scent of blood and death. Just to make sure, Rod followed the closest human game trail, watching and regarding the movement around him. People carried on their daily lives pushing little hairless cubs in those rolling carriages. Dogs caught scent of Rod but those in the park at this time of day were the small breeds. Some barked but it was more of a warning to stay away than a challenge. The larger dogs were unpredictable and if they banded together in their fear they might cause some trouble, but as Rod carried on through the park there was only one and it was too busy playing with its human.
The scent of the wolf lead him to the cache that had been left behind a bush, a backpack containing the last of the worldly goods of Thomas. Runners, jeans, a t-shirt, packs of teriyaki flavored jerky and a wallet. Deep at the bottom of the bag was a scrap of a leather collar. Youth was wasted on the stupid.
Hoisting the bag over his shoulder Rod did one last sweep for possible evidence then left to finish up with Mannix. The city was familiar to him but it would never be home. It was a place he could live until he got strong enough to move on. Just like how it was before when his mother was killed. He had forgotten that but the werecougars had reminded me that he was a foreigner in this land - a jaguar as black as night in the mountains of North America.
It'd been three years now since that fight. Rod caught himself reaching up to touch the parallel scar that raked his side from under his arm to his hip. The wound wasn't that deep but it had been bloody, and the cuts were clean, but these silvery marks were just
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