South Western United States . Her name was Rebecca . She looked young and strong as she simply say on her Harley, looking at the desolate biker bar before her . The wind blew across the desert highway and she could smell old blood, fresh blood and fear so strong it would have paralyzed anyone .
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She sighed lightly and rubbed her forehead . She was tired . She had just road across the U . S . from Boston, never stopping except for fuel . She had called her sweet Olen on the way and told him this was her last fight . She could not go on beyond this fight . He said he understood . He thanked her for the many many years she had gifted him when he thought his world was done . Oh! how she was going to miss that wolf . She had probably dragged her miserable life along another 30 years because she couldn't bear to let him go .

Another sigh; she had to kill this rabid wolf tonight, before he could move on to new different hunting grounds and killed dozens more . She had felt his killing intent for a couple weeks . She was just unable to pinpoint his location until he started killing . Old Jocko was several centuries old, cunning, devious and had lost his last shred of humanity . From the breeze that was gently blowing she could if she tried pick out who he had killed , when he had killed them and how . She didn't want this but it was one of many curses and gifts bestowed upon her . Sadly, she knew Jocko had killed a few old wolves she had known .

Becca entered the dimly lit bar and in a glance saw two college girls who thought they were on an adventure huddled in a corner . They were hugging each other as if the other was a life raft in an endless sea . Jocko was waiting in the shadows . She could make out his shadow and smell his insanity . The bar was trashed . Broken furniture, glass, blood and remains of people were thrown about as if a tornado had existed only in this building .

Becca walked behind the bar and grabbed a bottle of whiskey that had managed to survive the onslaught . Ignoring the crazed wolf and the newly created female wolves, she poured a drink . "Jocko, come out come out wherever you are!" She tossed back the drink and added a little "push" into her command . There wasn't a wolf born that could defy her .