Chapter 79

“Dad! Dad!” my son shouted, and entered the bathroom with a huge smile. “Look what Dedushka gave me!”

“Champion, the floor is wet. Don’t go slipping,” I warned him; he was barefoot.

“Yes, yes, yes, yes! Look at this! Isn’t it great?”

“Let’s see, calm down, Mirko. Walk. Do not run. Show me.”

I had Sasha in my arms, wrapped in her white robe with yellow puppies, but I sat on the toilet seat and rested the girl on my lap to examine what Mirko wanted to show me with so much energy.

I almost blanched when I saw that it was a set of metal dog tags, like the ones all werewolves of my species wore. They said nothing more than his name and date of birth; the other fields still could not be completed until he passed the aptitude test. Only one person could ask for plates like that to be done without a routine exam, and of course that “someone” was my father. An unprecedented fury welled up inside my stomach, expanding through my body with the voracity of f