Maverick
"I'm telling you that what you're doing these days might just blow your cover, I mean was she really worth it? Moreover, haven't you always had things against werewolves?"
Only one man dared to talk to me in that manner,
Alex jaw clenched, glaring at me, with a yellow folder in hand, while his shoes tapped on the floor impatiently.
"You're right, I've got things against werewolves. Just not her." I replied to him with a straight face, then I leaned into the chair.
He had called me earlier at the hospital to inform me of some trespassers that needed to be taken care of.
I felt really reluctant to part with the boy and his mother in the hospital, but I had only left them because I was assured that he had already regained consciousness.
And seeing this guy with two red eyes
