IN the NEWS!

[Garou]

in the local News paper, and all over the local news reports on radio, and televison there has been reported the finding of a murdered woman.

Her name was Yevette Harris, she worked for legal aid, and had no remaining relatives.

Details of her death are sketcy, something about either decapitaion or her skin being removed.

She was found out in the woods, and there is a warning now in place for single women in the local Kansas Metro area to please have escort with them after 10 pm.



(Side note: she was a Lycan, and a wolf -media does not know this, however, the Pack would).

[nessa]

*Word would travel fast to Nessa. She would shake her head as she read the paper. Murder in the KC. She called around and found out that the woman was a lycanthrope and she put all her kitties out on alert. She would tell them to watch over every lycanthrope they know, or they could think of, check on them from time to time, and check back with her from time to time to let her know the stats. Nessa calls the branding iron and leaves a message for Austin*...

Austin, this is Vanessa, and I am sure that you have heard about the murder of the woman. I don't know if you are aware that she is a Lycan, but she was, and well, I just wanted to let you know to put everyone on alert. Watch those close to you, and keep your eye on people that come to your place. I'm pretty sure I don't have to tell you this, but I just wanted to let you know, hun. Take care, and be careful.

*She started pacing in thought. Why would someone kill a lycanthrope? She was skinned alive according to the details. Then beheaded? Nessa thought in puzzlement and then went to call Trevor, letting him know what was going on. Maybe she could pull more resources from him. He was awfully good at finding out details.*....

~Nessa
a.k.a.
~Nicole

[Garou]

Arriving at work he pressed the machines play button and listened to the recording. He chuckled and nodded. "Aye.. I heard. NO worries luv." He didn't feel a need to call her back just yet. He was a Nightclub owner, and a panwere, but nothing more htan that. Pard.. could never run one, Clan.. the same. He would have to overpower, take and rend to do so. But, he did look out for his workers. So he placed them on alert.

[demongrrly]

-Emma wasn't the paper and coffee type. Her extent of perusal was the personal section once a day to check for the next race marker. Yea, in the personals people. If you knew what you were looking for swf took on a whole new meaning. It was how she'd found the race in KC..the one that hadn't posted any details since her arrival. It was all becoming a little sketchy..she was not one happy wolfy. Finding yet another dead lead in todays mess of more to love 36mm and young at heart 76sf. The lameness of their choosen ad names screamed volumns of WHY they were still looking.

Closing the paper and shaking it into alignment she couldn't help but notice the front page. The scientist in her was drawn to the lack of details..and to the ones that were provided. She swept tongue across lower lip..that motion in itself showed beast, the killer, took an interest as well..needless to say she would be seeking out other media sources.-