United States
Dean is standing on his balcony and staring into space. His hands are on the rail. It’s almost evening, and the atmosphere is quite conducive. He smiles warmly as the gentle soothing blows on his face, swaying his hair slowly and in rhythm with the motion of the wind.
He sighs briefly and glances at his wristwatch. He has an appointment in exactly an hour, and it’s time to get ready for the appointment and go meet those people. He is not feeling too good about the appointment, something keeps telling him to stay back, but unfortunately, he has to be there for something important.
Taking another soft breath, he finally turns around and walks back into his room. Stepping into the room, he picks up his phone and unlocks it. A message pops on the screen and turns out that his client already sent the address where they’re supposed to meet. He squints his eyes, reading through the message again. Seeing the address that was sent, he feels odd about this. Business dinner is always supposed to be in a classy restaurant, but this looks suspicious. Meeting in a local restaurant in an enclosed area down the city is quite suspicious.
He sits on the edge of his bed and dials the number.
“Hello, Mr. Dean. I was about to call you. Have you gotten my message yet?” A masculine soft voice sounds through the phone.
“Yes, I got it. Wh…” He wanted to ask why the place, but realizing that the location is always up to his clients, then he has no say in it.
“Did you say something?” The voice sounds through again, and he sighs briefly.
“No. I’ll be there soon,” and with that, a dead silence play from the other end, which mean that the call has already ended. He stares at the screen of his phone for some seconds, then sigh briefly and drops the phone beside him on the bed.
Since he already had his bath a few minutes earlier, he only dress up and leave for the place afterward.
Twenty minutes later…
A black sports car pulls over in front of the restaurant, and Dean alights from it. He stares at the restaurant in front of him and sighs softly. The place doesn’t look bad at all for a normal dinner, but it looks awful for a business dinner appointment.
Pushing all the thoughts to the back of his mind, he proceeds to the entrance door and pushes it open. Stepping into the restaurant, he stops abruptly at the awful scent that welcomes him. Something is wrong somewhere.
The interior part of the restaurant is not appealing enough. It looks like a normal restaurant where people of low status come to eat. The chairs don’t look classy, and the place is not crowded like it used to, or like it’s supposed to be. A young man in a suit is sitting at the end of the restaurant, and another man dressed in a black outfit and having a sunglass on his face is also sitting almost close to the counter.
Taking a deep breath, he checks his wristwatch and sighs again. His client was supposed to be here before him, but here he is, waiting for him and he’s not even here yet.
“Excuse me, Sir. You’re welcome to our restaurant. Please have a seat here,” the waiter walks up to him and offers him a seat politely.
“Thank you,” he replies to him politely as he takes a seat beside the window.
“Are you placing your order now?” The waiter asks him, and he shakes his head with a faint smile on his lips.
“No, I’m fine for now. I’ll let you know when I need anything,” he replies to him. The waiter finally turns around and walks back to his duty post.
He stares around the place, trying to get where the strong scent is coming from, but nothing is working. The scent seems to be coming from a strong werewolf, but the people in the restaurant don’t look like they’re the ones with the scent. He glances over at the man sitting close to the counter and turns out that the man is not even looking in his direction. Something is wrong somewhere, it’s dangerous to be here.
After waiting for another five minutes, the door finally opened and his client finally walks inside. He’s tall and handsome. His skin is smooth and flawless, and his thick black hair is messy with some strands flopping over his face. He looks young, but he’s around the age of forty-five.
“I’m so sorry for keeping you waiting, Mr. Dean. I got stuck with something back at home,” he says apologetically, taking a seat across from him.
“It’s fine. I’ve not waited for long,” he replies to him.
An hour and a half later, they’re finally done with the meeting.
“It was nice working with you,” the man shakes his hand with Mr. Dean.
“The pleasure is all mine. See you some other time, I need to be on my way now,” Mr. Dean finally strides out of the restaurant and walks over to where his car is parked. It’s already late and everywhere is dark, thanks to the streetlight that added some brightness to the road.
Driving down the road, he keep wondering where that scent was coming from, if not from any of the people in the restaurant. It couldn’t have been that his sense of smell failed him, right? He felt it, he felt the presence of his kind there, he perceived the scent, which is unusual. Unusually, the werewolf didn’t acknowledge his presence. Could it be that someone is stalking him without his knowledge? Those are the questions he keeps asking himself as he drives down the road. He finally takes the deserted route that leads to the street of his house.
Driving down the bushy road, his car suddenly screeches loudly and halts abruptly, making him jerk inside the car.
“Shit!” He curses under his breath, hitting his hand on the steering wheel. The car was working perfectly before he left home, why does it have to stop like this in the middle of the bushy road?
He tries to start the car again, but it only makes a little sound and off again. He sighs briefly, then steps out of the car and closes the door behind him. He walks over to the bonnet of the car and opens it to check what the problem is.
“Ah!” He suddenly winces in pain as something pierces through his skin from the back. His eyes suddenly become heavy, and his head started to ache badly. He slowly manages to turn around, and behold, a blurry figure dressed in black attire is standing in front of him. The scent coming from the figure is the same as the one he felt back in the restaurant.
“Who are you?” He manages to ask, and that’s all he can remember, as he suddenly passes out…