Two weeks ago

There were things I did in my life that I was not proud of.

There were things I did in my life that made me wonder why I was still alive.

I was waiting for all the bad karma to catch up to me. One of these days, I would have bitten off more than I could chew. But, right now though, sitting in a pile of lukewarm blood, I realised that I had cheated death again.

That's how he found me. Sitting in a pile of blood that was not mine.

"Ilargia."

I looked up, meeting a pair of bright green eyes that stared down at me, the sun was setting fast behind him, making his light brown hair almost look yellow.

"Cameron," I acknowledged as he looked around at the dead bodies around him. I knew it was only a matter of time before someone came to find me. I was meant to be back at the pack house an hour ago.

"What are you doing sitting here?" Cameron asked.

"I'm...reflecting," I said. It might have been an unusual place to sit but, since it was just so tranquil and quiet here, a lot of thoughts would just flow through my head. That, on top op of the fact that I didn't want to go back to the house.

The house was full of other people like me, and I really wasn't a big mingler. I would rather be alone here than around people. I winced… well, I was technically around dead people but, they weren't asking me how my day was or what my next mission was.

No, they just laid there.

"That's a first for you," Cameron crouched down to eye level. Dressed in a thick cream coloured jumper, he looked really warm. I accepted his extended hand, and, as he lifted me to my feet, I was almost worried about staining his cream jumper with the impure red blood.

"Let's head back. Lily put aside some of that vegetable minestrone soup you liked."

I did like a good pot of soup, especially by Lily, a very talented cook. She could make a piece of stale bread taste good, but then again, bread in general was just amazing.

Cameron simply wrapped his left arm around my shoulder, seemingly unbothered over the debris that covered me, nor did he seem to care that his light coloured jumper was getting impossible to remove stains.

"So, how many rebellious rogues did you kill today?"

I shrugged, probably a few, just adding onto the bad karma. I was given names and locations and that was all I needed to get my job done. So, it wasn't much to linger or dwell on.

The sun was setting fast behind the trees as we headed towards what little light was left, the moon visible behind us, waiting for the sun to set before it could take over the sky and shine brights.

We headed deeper into the woods, where the trees grew thicker, bigger and had more leaf coverage. It was just what we needed, something to hide where we stayed. It was like a perfect shield from everyone around us.

"When did you come back?" I asked Cameron. When I was handed my mission earlier today, he wasn't at the pack house. Cameron was sent up north for a different mission nearly a week ago. When we were younger, we went on every mission together, we were inseparable, now, we were too good at our jobs to be with each other.

We both had our own specialities. Cameron was an excellent tracker, he didn't even need a scent to find someone. He just seemed to know where everyone always was. Me...well, I was an expert at getting people to stop breathing.

I was also an expert at not letting my feelings show, when you're pretty much a werewolf assassin you sort of needed that.

Our job was complicated, I guess in a way some people could view us as police for the world that they didn't know existed. We were the Enforcers, making sure people of our kind behaved.

Often, our kind didn't behave, it was probably because of the animalistic instinct that drove us.

It took a very certain kind of werewolf to be in this career, and, most times, I had no idea how I even ended up here. Some called it destiny, and others called it luck to be able to have all this power. I called it misfortune. I looked up as we got closer to the place where we were meant to be staying.

The Enforcers version of a 'pack house' was big, almost like a hotel. But that made perfect sense, since we weren't really a pack.Legally, we belonged to no territory and could travel between them all without needing any form of special permission.

However, we still had levels of authority that we had to follow. Most packs had something called an Alpha, the leader, that they would follow. Here we had the elders, thus, separating us from being considered rogues.

Those elders were the ones that greeted me when I was in the reception earlier with all my luggage, returning from another trip. They immediately had an important mission for me, and I had left without even checking everything into my room.

Now, walking back into the reception area with Cameron, I could see all my bags sitting in the same corner, waiting for me with tags on them.

"Hey Bruce, can you send that up to her room?" Cameron called out to the receptionist.

I didn't realise how hungry I was until Cameron led me straight to the kitchen.The aromatic flavours filled the air, causing my stomach to grumble even more. At the center, concocting the aromic beauty was Lily. Lily was one of the rare humans that stayed in the Enforcer pack house, no one knows how she started working here but, it was rumoured that she was good friends with one of the elders.

She was a tiny woman, short and slim even for human standards, barely reaching five feet. But, Old age was getting to her. I noticed that somehow, she managed to get all her hair tied up in a neat bun as she greeted us as we walked into the massive kitchen.

Large pots and pans were filled with various foods to please everyone. I'm always in awe at how she does all this, most of the time she had no help.

"Ilargia! Welcome back," she greeted me as she passed a very large bowl filled with my favorite soup. She placed two slices of garlic bread next to it, she knew me too well.