Chapter 65. Access

ZHIVARGO

Present Day....

Father's Day was approaching. I didn't care. I never bought Father's Day gifts for my selfish father. I didn't even claim the crummy bastard, no matter how many animals he slaughtered for his passive wealth. 

I put those thoughts out of my mind, and instant thoughts of my nemesis nearly destroying me almost two years ago began to plague my conscious. 

My business associate had betrayed me, and I was surprised I allowed the extortionist to live. I was more surprised that he was a werewolf.

Had he been all this time? Even though I saw a sea of werewolf faces before I blacked out, my therapist almost had me committed to a mental ward when I told her.

She stared into my eyes like i was a weirdo.

"I have wings, too!" I said excitedly.

She rolled her eyes in disbelief, munching popcorn. I was deeply upset about her not believing me. I hopped up on her conference table while she sipped green tea.

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