Riva
If you had seen me the past few days, you’d think I was feral. I couldn’t blame you. The taste of blood had become delicious. I wasn’t even a vampire, not a hint of it. They said I was a part-rogue wolf because of my damned father.
And yet…
At the bank, I was wearing a cream blouse and a navy-blue pencil skirt. I aimed to please and, today, I aimed to please more. The new boss had finally arrived. Yes, he didn’t come right after Mr. Edgar retired. He took his sweet time, making us all wonder if he’d ever come at all. Everyone wondered what he looked like and what he would act like. Meanwhile, I was pissed and empowered at the same time, working as the officer-in-charge during the daytime while fighting wolves at night.
I dressed for success. My hair w
