Chapter 26

Michael sat at his home bar sipping his favorite cognac. He watched the golden liquid swirl in the glass as he thought about the phone call he’d just received. Andrew was going to survive the brutal beating he’d inflicted upon the poor guy. The doctors had managed to pull him away from the grasp of death and restore the consciousness Michael had beaten out of him.

The X-ray showed that he had three broken ribs, broken bones, torn muscles, and several fractured joints. The doctors were having a hard time believing that he’d sustained all these terrible injuries from a simple beating. Michael had to smile at that. Perhaps they already had a unanimous consensus amongst them that he was beaten up by a professional wrestler or a black belt in taekwondo, karate, or judo.

The force of the beatings Andrew had taken had been propelled by the unholy alliance of rage and his lethal werewolf powers, but they were driven by something else. Something powerful and relentless he felt wa