Lucy
“Are you Lucy Graves?”
I looked up at the official looking woman. David grew stiff beside me.
“Who are you?” David asked. I looked between the two.
She lifted her chin. “I work for the Council.”
“Then you should know that you have to formally introduce yourself: name, badge number, and position.”
She scowled at him. Her eyes flashed, and I drew back. I realized that she had to be a werewolf.
“She won’t be talking to you until you do,” David said, glaring at her. “I suggest you follow protocol.”
She huffed. “Petty Officer Helen Korte, ID L-25809-90. I’m here to deliver an official summons. Now, are you, Lucy Graves?”
I glanced at David who seemed to be eyeing her suspiciously, but he met my gaze and nodded.
“Yes.”
She threw the paper at me and walked off grumbling.
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