Chapter 2 A new beginning

CASEY'S POV

Sasha's claws came out of her hands with her fangs in their appropriate position, and she played with her tongue in a gesture that interpreted hunger.

Her eyeballs transformed from round to spherical. "Oh no, she was changing," I couldn't stand my thought anymore as I blurted out some words.

"I have some fresh meat in the refrigerator; do you want some?" What was wrong with him? "Yeah, sure," Sasha said as she lay on the coach.

I dragged my feet from the bedroom to the kitchen, where the refrigerator was stagnant like any other. And opened the refrigerator and picked up a piece of beef.

On getting to the bedroom, "How come you have a coach in your bedroom?" sasha asked me as she turned to look at me.

"I sleep on it whenever I have a visitor," I said as I tossed her the piece of beef in my hand. She caught the beef with both arms and started a conversation that was most likely not appealing to me.

"If that's it, then why didn't you sleep on the coach last night?" The question hits me like an arrow as I started to choke on the bottle of whiskey I always kept under the bed .

"Well, as for that, I kind of have an explanation," I gulped the last glass of whiskey down my throat and dropped the glass cup. "Well, I was too tired to remember the coach so I fell on the bed," I explained to her as she stared at me like a hawk watching the chicks from above and waiting for the perfect time to grab his prey.

"Then why was your hand on my body this morning when I woke up?" This conversation was taking a turn for me as I was being investigated "Are you investigating me?", and I wasn't ready to lose an argument to a young lady talkless of a werewolf or both since her classification was killing him.

"Do you want beef?" She had ended her investigation right there as she showed him the little piece of meat held by a whitish bone.

"I don't eat raw flesh," I sighed as I fell back into the broken bed. "More for me, then," she said as she silently ate meat.

"So why were you at the warehouse where I met you?" Her eyes rolled from the window to me.

The two of us kept making eye contact for a while before she confessed.

.......... Well, when I was a child, or whatever, my entire wolf pack was eliminated by our enemy, the Scandinavian wolf pack, also known as the Scandinavian Garou. I and my elder brother were the only ones who survived. We decided to go as orphaned werewolves, and we were hired as maids. We were taught martial arts and the art of were wolfing

At the age of 20, I and my brother were hired as serial killers by billionaires; at a point in time, we became the best.

She sighed and tears fell out of her eyes before she continued her life's story.

...... On our last mission in Switzerland, we were ambushed by the pack on the plane, and I fell off the plane as a result. As for my brother, I am not sure if he died or not. So now I am going to take revenge on those pack members, especially their alpha.

The story was clear now; she landed her in New York City and in the wooden warehouse at the time I came in.

"Why did they betray you of all people? Don't they have human emotions or what?" I asked as I thought about the history of the lady in front of me.

"It was all clear that they found out that we wanted to escape and the fact that my elder brother was the next alpha of my clan and without him I am a nobody before them," she said, wiping her eyes from the tears that fell.

"I am so sorry for all that happened, but if you want, I can help you," I comforted her as I petted her smooth skin.

"You are an inspector in the state district of New York City; why would you want to help a serial killer like me?" she asked, lowering her gaze from his eyes to the ground.

"Don't worry about me; I also have grudges against them," I said as I stood up from the coach where we were both sitting and went towards the window.

My sister was killed by the scanvier garou; that's why I became an investigator-to trace the murderers of my sister and eliminate them with my own fucking hands.

"So that means we are in this together, right? I have an idea." "Why don't you be the brains and I'll be the brawls, or both," Sasha said as she punched the glass window and blood dripped from her left hand. I took her hand and cleans the cut and bandages it. "Why don't we just plan the whole thing out first and send their ancestors back to hell, or don't you agree more?" As I shakes her hand and her claws appear and cut my palm.

I groans, "What was that for?" I asked, as she takes a pinch of my blood and binds it with hers. "That's a blood pact that we werewolves make with our partners before we carry out our various missions," she said to me as my blood kept dripping into my glass cup of whiskey on the carpet.

Our discussion continued as we planned out our strategies and made jokes as we talked.

Suddenly we heard a knock from the wooden door, and Sasha signaled me to go check it out. I stood up and went to the door.

I opened the wooden door, and behold, it was a blood-dripping man. "Brother," a voice from within called out. What is happening?