Setting
Merlot is cut off from the rest of the world by trees on one side and water on the other. There is a very low crime rate in Merlot which makes it quite a pleasant place to live, although some people of Merlot long for the city life rather than the dull daily life here.
Merlot
This is a small town surrounded by trees. It is on the coastline of a large lake, making it a good town for fishing.
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Merlot is a part of 
Wolves of Genesis.
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CARAS' INTRODUCTION
Cara wanted to punch something, anything. Today was supposed to be her day off. As in the one day that she didn't have to deal with creeps or murderers or mysteries. Of course it never worked out that way. Never. Today had seemed so normal though that I had been caught off guard. Stupid, stupid, stupid Cara thought, banging her head against the wall to emphasize each stupid. She finally stopped attempting to give herself a concussion long enough to squeeze out a couple rational thoughts. Just calm down, think it over, did anything happen that precluded this?
Thinking back on it, it had come out of nowhere. She had been shopping and was just entering the house, a couple bags in her hand and her purse slung over her shoulder. As she entered the house she dropped the bags lazily by the door and flicked on the lights and yelped in surprise. There was a man sitting on her couch. Cara instinctively had reached for her gun before realizing it wasn't there. People didn't look too highly on her carrying her gun around town when she was off-duty. She couldn't imagine why. "Get out of my house." she growled "Breaking and entering is illegal." He smirked and calmly put his hands up in mock surrender "Oh, but I haven't broken anything have I?" It was true, nothing in the house was broken, so how did he get in? She glared accusingly at the door that she had locked and then turned her withering glare to the man. He was handsome, with an ageless face that it made it impossible to tell if he was 20 or 30 or maybe even older. His eyes were a dark grayish-blue like storm clouds and the more she stared at them the more they unnerved her. He had a cocky expression that bordered on amusement and it made her want to punch the smug expression off his face, but she didn't know if he was armed or not. It would be unwise to attack right now. Cara reached for her pocket and pulled out her cell phone in a threatening manner as if it were just as good as a gun. "I'm calling the police." she warned him and started to dial. "There's no need for police, Cara. I just need one cop." he said casually and for some reason she listened. Even now she didn't know why she did it, there was something about his voice that told her to listen. "Sit down." he told her and she stiffly sat down as far as she could from him. He smiled at this "Don't worry I won't be much of a bother." he said, standing up and brushing off some miniscule particle of dust from his already immaculate clothes. "I was just curious if you remember a certain date. Say, January 1st, 2001." Cara paled and she clenched her fists "What do you know about that day?" she hissed through gritted teeth. "Oh that's not important. I thought you should know though, he's back. Find the wolf and you'll find him. They're one and the same." with his last comment he strolled out the door.
"Find the wolf and find him? What the hell is that supposed to mean" she muttered. "What a nut." Nutjob or not, how had he known? He's a stalker, stalking is sort of what he does. she told herself. Even as she reassured herself that he had been talking nonsense she went to the dresser drawer in her bedroom and took out her gun.
Cara wanted to punch something, anything. Today was supposed to be her day off. As in the one day that she didn't have to deal with creeps or murderers or mysteries. Of course it never worked out that way. Never. Today had seemed so normal though that I had been caught off guard. Stupid, stupid, stupid Cara thought, banging her head against the wall to emphasize each stupid. She finally stopped attempting to give herself a concussion long enough to squeeze out a couple rational thoughts. Just calm down, think it over, did anything happen that precluded this?
Thinking back on it, it had come out of nowhere. She had been shopping and was just entering the house, a couple bags in her hand and her purse slung over her shoulder. As she entered the house she dropped the bags lazily by the door and flicked on the lights and yelped in surprise. There was a man sitting on her couch. Cara instinctively had reached for her gun before realizing it wasn't there. People didn't look too highly on her carrying her gun around town when she was off-duty. She couldn't imagine why. "Get out of my house." she growled "Breaking and entering is illegal." He smirked and calmly put his hands up in mock surrender "Oh, but I haven't broken anything have I?" It was true, nothing in the house was broken, so how did he get in? She glared accusingly at the door that she had locked and then turned her withering glare to the man. He was handsome, with an ageless face that it made it impossible to tell if he was 20 or 30 or maybe even older. His eyes were a dark grayish-blue like storm clouds and the more she stared at them the more they unnerved her. He had a cocky expression that bordered on amusement and it made her want to punch the smug expression off his face, but she didn't know if he was armed or not. It would be unwise to attack right now. Cara reached for her pocket and pulled out her cell phone in a threatening manner as if it were just as good as a gun. "I'm calling the police." she warned him and started to dial. "There's no need for police, Cara. I just need one cop." he said casually and for some reason she listened. Even now she didn't know why she did it, there was something about his voice that told her to listen. "Sit down." he told her and she stiffly sat down as far as she could from him. He smiled at this "Don't worry I won't be much of a bother." he said, standing up and brushing off some miniscule particle of dust from his already immaculate clothes. "I was just curious if you remember a certain date. Say, January 1st, 2001." Cara paled and she clenched her fists "What do you know about that day?" she hissed through gritted teeth. "Oh that's not important. I thought you should know though, he's back. Find the wolf and you'll find him. They're one and the same." with his last comment he strolled out the door.
"Find the wolf and find him? What the hell is that supposed to mean" she muttered. "What a nut." Nutjob or not, how had he known? He's a stalker, stalking is sort of what he does. she told herself. Even as she reassured herself that he had been talking nonsense she went to the dresser drawer in her bedroom and took out her gun.
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