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FourtyTwoEddie carefully watched his surroundings as he headed down the busy streets. He felt eyes on his back and a strange tingling down his spine, something was trailing him or several something. Please don’t be another feral. He had to deal with one barely a month ago, and his wounds still haven’t fully healed. They were becoming more common and dangerous as of late. It would be more trouble than he would like to deal with tonight.
“Damnit,” Eddie mumbled, realizing he can’t go home tonight. It would put his entire family in danger if a feral found where it lived, hell if anything found where he lived. Eddie lets out a long sigh and decided to make a pit stop at a liquor store to pick up a cheap bottle of scotch before heading out again. He checked into a nearby hotel and immediately collapsed onto the bed. He hated this life, of course, the genes skipped a generation, so none of his family knew what he is. He just needed someone, anyone, to share his struggles or, at the very least, not think he’s crazy when he told them he’s a werewolf.
Groaning, Eddie got off his back, grabbed the bottle of scotch, and took a big swig, feeling it burn on the way down. Another downside to being a werewolf, alcohol did nothing other than taste good. Eddie set down the bottle and entered the bathroom for a long hot shower. Maybe that will help his nerves.
Nearly 30 minutes later, Eddie left the bathroom in nothing but a towel. He poured himself a glass of scotch before stepping out onto the balcony, groaning as the cold night wind brushed against his bare skin. The season was beginning to turn, meaning his wolf was going to become more active, meaning more trouble was coming his way. Eddie pushed the fact he was facing imminent danger away and focused on the beautiful view in front of him. His room was on the 15th floor of a relatively high-class hotel. It was more expensive he liked, but hell, he is going to need it if there was going to be a fight tonight.
Eddie began sipping on the alcohol while enjoying the view as he waited for whatever that was trailing him to come. Hopefully, they were quicker than not. He just wanted to get this over with. As much as he loved his daughters, he needed at least a day alone.
“Damnit,” Eddie mumbled, realizing he can’t go home tonight. It would put his entire family in danger if a feral found where it lived, hell if anything found where he lived. Eddie lets out a long sigh and decided to make a pit stop at a liquor store to pick up a cheap bottle of scotch before heading out again. He checked into a nearby hotel and immediately collapsed onto the bed. He hated this life, of course, the genes skipped a generation, so none of his family knew what he is. He just needed someone, anyone, to share his struggles or, at the very least, not think he’s crazy when he told them he’s a werewolf.
Groaning, Eddie got off his back, grabbed the bottle of scotch, and took a big swig, feeling it burn on the way down. Another downside to being a werewolf, alcohol did nothing other than taste good. Eddie set down the bottle and entered the bathroom for a long hot shower. Maybe that will help his nerves.
Nearly 30 minutes later, Eddie left the bathroom in nothing but a towel. He poured himself a glass of scotch before stepping out onto the balcony, groaning as the cold night wind brushed against his bare skin. The season was beginning to turn, meaning his wolf was going to become more active, meaning more trouble was coming his way. Eddie pushed the fact he was facing imminent danger away and focused on the beautiful view in front of him. His room was on the 15th floor of a relatively high-class hotel. It was more expensive he liked, but hell, he is going to need it if there was going to be a fight tonight.
Eddie began sipping on the alcohol while enjoying the view as he waited for whatever that was trailing him to come. Hopefully, they were quicker than not. He just wanted to get this over with. As much as he loved his daughters, he needed at least a day alone.
