Post by Deleted on Aug 20, 2020 21:42:24 GMT -5
From the moment Hayley Marshall had become a wolf and the door to her old life had all but literally been slammed in her face. She felt a void from within that only those orphaned and alone can truly grasp. A feeling of having nothing left to lose. Many would later come to call her a bitch whether to her face or behind her back but the truth of the matter was she had not let what had happened break her. Instead it fueled her. It made her stronger. Unlike most kids her age she couldn't cry to mommy or daddy when things weren't going her way or she needed or wanted something. She had to figure it out. Something unfortunately most people took for granted. Even those who had crappy parents who weren't around a whole hell of a lot at least still had them.
What kept Hayley up most nights however, wasn't about where her next meal would come from, or where she would crash for the weekend. As most people might suspect in her situation. As hard as she had it, she had been blessed with one thing as a result of becoming a wolf. They took care of their own. Among the packs she had met and ran with during the this tumultuous time she found they graciously took care of their own even if she wasn't technically part of their pack. She was an honorary member. Something that instilled a deep seeded loyalty within her for others of her kind that would carry her through the years no matter where life chose to take her. No what was the most troubling for the brunette was something that all adopted children she suspected faced at one time or another in their life. One question that she tried to bury deep but always seemed to surface one way or another.
It had been a frustrating road thus far. She had followed lead after lead and met with more dead ends than solid proof. Most of the time she was left with more questions than real answers. Which as a person with a stubborn and very determined type a personality left her with being confused and frustrated more often than not. And enraged her. How could her so called family never tell her the truth. She needed answers. And if they weren't going to give them to her she would find them herself even if she had to go to hell itself to get it. And if people thought some miss direction and poorly documented facts were going to stop her they would sadly be mistaken.
New Orleans was a city that had many names.... The big easy, NOLA, the city of Jazz and gumbo. To Hayley however, it didn't matter what people called it. It was beautiful to her even before she set foot within its city limits. Because it instilled in her for the first time since that night on her parents porch a sliver of hope that she had all but lost. This was the strongest lead she had, to finding out the truth. The problem was, or should I say the key problem as there were many was in not what she knew but in what she did not know. There was much danger housed in the city for all that lived and visited NOLA. But specifically for the wolves. There was a war raging on underneath the noses of the general public. One that had already claimed countless lives. And if she wasn't careful she may be its next victim.
She had finally arrived after what felt like a never ending drive. Hayley needed to get out of the car and stretch her legs. Possibly see a little of the city and its night life while she was at it. She wasn't really on a vacation like many of the tourists that she saw mulling around looking in shops designed to entice people to buy things they couldn't possibly need. But at the same time she had just arrived. Having a little fun along the way couldn't hurt right? And after all this was New Orleans a city that seemed to ooze fun out of its pores. With festivals and parades. Mardi Gras and jazz music pumping out every bar on Bourbon street. Parking her car on a side street the brunette decided to take a walk and look around.
She was fascinated by the architecture and history of a town like this. It was truly beautiful to be hold. As she she walked she caught the end of one of the many tours given shaking her head and biting her lip to stop herself from chuckling as she listened to them talk about magic and lore. Pretty sure most of the tourist though eating it up like candy weren't true believers by a long shot. "If they only knew" she thought. It was remarkable how little people actually knew about what went on around them. Most lived their entire life and never suspected that anything outside their hum drum lives ever existed.
Falling back as the tour begun to wrap up the brunette looked around for a good place to grab a bit to eat. It was getting late and she had yet to have dinner yet. Soon she came to a little place called Rousseau's bar which judging by the number of cars parked out front the signed that advertised the best gumbo into town wasn't just something to get people in the door. She figured why not, and her stomach seemed to agree as it growled hungrily at the smells wafting out the moment she opened the door. She had passed many people since she had entered the city limits. Most drunk, or to busy with their own lives to notice a new face among the masses. She had simply been one in the crowd. However, as she moved about there seemed to be one person in particular who had been watching her from a far. As she entered the bar she had thought she had seen someone but dismissed it as her imagination. But was it?
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