At first it seemed like another normal hunt. I got a call from a friend of a friend, informing me animals were going missing on their farm. They reported hearing unnatural howling at night, bad luck around the farm, and other signs of possible Fae. Milk curdling in the fridge in record time. Feelings of lost time. I drove over, prepared for perhaps a leprechaun, perhaps something worse. There was no leprechaun. All I found late at night, gorging on one of this associate's horses, was a large grey beast. Perhaps a wolf, perhaps something else. I never got a clear look at it. Within a heartbeat, I had impaled it with the spear I now carry, after that last job. I prepared to clean the blood off my spear, but as I looked down, the wolf was gone....and for an instant, so was all the light in the room....as if it had been sucked into the spearhead. It felt...wrong somehow. The runes along the weapon's length seemed to pulse in tune with the beat of my heart, and for just the smallest of moments I heard a growl over my right shoulder. When I turned, though, I saw nothing. After a minute there, uncertain in the dark, and wary of the weapon I held in my hands, the lights came back on. Yet as the light came back on, the spear was gone from my hands. In its place was a necklace, a thin chain with a pendant of a wolf on the end of it. Not too long after that, I figured out that if I wanted it too, the pendant seemed to sense my thoughts and turn back into that...weapon.  Whatever this spear is,  it clearly isn't natural. And its tricks remind me too much of the things I hunt. But for now I'll use it, this Wild Hunt marked relic. It has great power. But I'll keep an eye on it, and research its origins as well. If it proves to be....one of them, I may need to break the damn thing apart one day.