Vine City could be the busiest place in the country with more lights and people than Vegas, it even held on to a few more morals. However, you could still find a dark alley and a crime in progress. Some of them would be stopped, some would be ignored but one thing could be guaranteed: it would happen. Billow was out in human form, the cool air after a rain had coaxed him into walking the streets with his hood pushed back. After his recent business in Germany he felt very good, a whole ring of smuggling had finally been stopped and brought to justice. Never mind that the weapons were just a small part of the smuggling, humans could only handle a small taste of the evil that actually existed in the world so he made sure they only knew about the gun smuggling ring. Afterall, it wouldn't do for people to be questioning the black market on humans and their souls, would they honestly believe in a ring of dark occultists and werewolves? Not for a good many more years.
He ran a hand through his blonde hair. That scene was over for now, he could turn his attention to less dangerous jobs for now. Billow preferred to work one on one or one against a small organization instead of trying to tip toe around a large secret that might through a whole country into chaos.
Something flickered in the corner of his vision.
Ten after midnight in the city should mean that everyone sane and innocent was off the street, except for ghosts of course but he wasn't counting himself among the sane. He pointed at the hood and it instantly flew over his head, his hands found his pockets and he turned into the alleyway at a careful walk. He stopped at a intersection of alleys and watched as some sort of mugging was playing out, a young man was about to lose his wallet but something was off. Two men and a woman were holding him up but the one pinning him against the wall was the girl who didn't look old enough to be a college freshmen, her eyes had a yellow light in them. After a moment he heard a low growl of consensus among the group that sounded more animal than human.
Billow had judged what they were and he took no chances with a human's life on the line. His body filled the alleyway with dark smoke like a firework gone bad, the transformation into his wraith body was instant. Suddenly he was among them, a being of darkness and magic. His hands shot out, covered in surges of dark electricity. Billow had no more than tagged the two males and they bolted, howling and fleeing as they shifted into their true lycan forms but the female stood her ground.
She dropped the human male to swing wide and fast. It caught Billow and threw him up against the opposite wall, shattering the brick as she followed up tried to kick him all the way through the building.
He blocked her foot, rising up like smoke from a chimney to catch her second try before bounding up like a leaf on the breeze. With her in tow he launched himself up a full story and ran along the wall, dragging her and creating a ditch in the brick. They reached the edge of the building and he threw her out into the street, hard, before disappearing in a puff of smoke. The woman landed perfectly, for a wolf, on all fours a moment before she rose with elongated teeth and growing claws.
Billow had shifted into his human form again as soon as he re-appeared on the sidewalk. He threw his hood back, a scowl covering his face as he stretched out his hand toward her. It sparked and began to glow with white energy.
He jerked forward a step to drive his point home and she flinched, leaving him with a final and disdainful hiss before she too bolted down the dark streets. Billow watched her take off and slowly lowered his hand, once again standing on a quiet street but a little relieved that his night hadn't been nearly as dull as it started.