Allison kept on twisting her lips, eyes trained on the empty alley. She had other plans for crying out loud. When her dear father sent her to New York, the hunter should have known there's a hidden motive. Her father promised his friend he'll do him a favour by hunting down this rogue wolf pack in Brooklyn.
Ideally, Allison was supposed to be done with this over an hour ago, but here she was, waiting for the main boss.
She noticed a shadow looming over. If only the rogue would just hurry up. Allison was tired of waiting.
It's half-past ten when the guy finally neared the wall she was hiding behind. Leader Fez. That's what they call him. He tucked some bills in his coat only to pull out a cigarette, leaning against the wall. Allison regarded him carefully, her hand sliding to the holst
