"Kat I don't want to sound rude, and it doesn't matter to me. For my curiosity even though my Master would also like to know. What exactly are you? Your name seems to have shaken my Master up some. He at first thought you might have been lying about it and someone from the new government crime counsel sent you and asked that you use that name just as a laugh, but after seeing what you did he believes you are telling the truth. He says you are more than just one of the old punishers werewolves. That your aura is all wrong. Either way, he thanked you and said I am to give you this envelope." Bree says.
" Well, Bree I wish I could give you a better answer, as even I am not sure what he is talking about. I woke not too long ago in the woods about an hour's drive from here, after what you would call a crash. My memories from before that are from a different time. But yes I was the last of the old punishers. Really all I wanted was a hot meal, a warm bed, and a night's rest to think about things. Here let's see what your master has sent me." Kat says as she takes the envelope and looks inside of it."Hmm, I am really not sure if this is a lot of money or not, but the letter says Lucas is the acting leader of the NightStalkers, and there is an address to their clubhouse. So my turn to ask you a question. Is a clubhouse the same thing as a packhouse?"
Bree giggles, "Oh no it is not. The NightStalkers are an MC. A motorcycle club that is hoping to become the ruling MC in this state or I should say the main one. Lucas is just a bad wolf, who runs it through fear. Most of the pack leaders have not done anything to him because he is a good source to buy and sell items through without there being a paper trail. Oh my god, BullDog must be right, I am so sorry Alpha Katrina. BamBam and the boys should have listened to him. But then most in the NightStalkers are rogues who all think the MC makes them something better. I hope you are cool with BullDog, he does look after all of us girls here. He might not be the local pack's best fighter but he is all we have after Masters Enforcer was found dead a few weeks ago."
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" So these NightStalker MCs are forming or making their own pack?" Kat says trying to understand everything she is hearing."Bree, please it is just Kat. No need for titles, especially that one when I don't even think I have a pack anymore."
"I am sorry Kat, I didn't mean to bring up bad memories. The NightStalkers are mainly thugs and wannabes from all species. The leftovers that have no morals, will do anything for a quick buck. Kat I know I look young but I have been around now for about 50 years. If my leader is correct that would mean you are well over 100 years old and the punishers of the past used to live extremely long lives so shouldn't you know this stuff? You are not like a vampire that could take a slumber and then be awoken with blood memories? Though it would be cruel to awaken one with the blood of a baby so they gained no knowledge. So why don't you already know all this? Or are you just testing me?" Bree causally asks.
"Well Bree, let's bring this to my room as there are too many here trying to listen in. Besides it looks like your leader is paying me to take care of this rogue problem." Kat says as she reaches into her leather jeans front pocket and pulls out a couple hundred dollar bills to toss on the table for her bill." That should cover it right Bree and give you an ok tip?"
"That is way too much and my leader says your money is no good here. That your tab is already taken care of." Bree says looking at the money on the table.
"Go ahead hun, take it for a tip then please as your conversation means way more to me than that," Kat says as she stands from the table after finishing the last of her drinks.