Fate - Ch.11

A tall, black haired, dark eyes, muscular guy stood in front of a huge crowd, like a gathering.
"Clan, I can't believe all of you been searching for the same girl we been looking for the past five years. Once we get close, there are deaths. I can't stand failure!" he shouted.
"So today," he continued. "I aloud a member from a different clan to join in on our search. He's the best assassin in this part of the world. I still allow you to search for her, but he's good. She saw us and got away, so she must die."
The clan shouted with pride. They got up and started to walk out.
"Lynos," said a deep voice.
"Aww, Michael, glad to see you. You won't disappoint me, right?"
The slim, pale, red-head stared at the leader with honor, "I'll get her. Do you have something with her scent?"
Lynos pulled out a piece of cloth and deeply smiled. Michael took in a deep breath and showed off his brilliant white teeth.
"Oh, please bring her back alive. I want to have fun with her before I kill her."
"As you say, Lynos. I hope to bring her back before dusk," and he sprinted off.
The pine and hemlock everywhere, it started to slug him down. He focused his energy and the transformation was quick. Fur, legs, snont, a werewolf on a mission.
He ran, keeping hold on the girl's scent and then he quickly stop. He transformed back to human form.
"She's hiding in this city. Well, she'll be in my grasp here real soon," he chuckled and walked into the city.