Thirty Nine

CJ

I met my brother Harrison in a rundown bar not so far from the werewolf pack. It was quite a journey but I needed to make sure that Giovanni and his cronies didn't defeat my brother like they did to me.

No one knew when this whole fiasco would blow over, or what Giovanni's next plot would be.

When I arrived, I quickly spotted Harrison by his tall frame standing out against a sea of patrons. He looked different from the last time I saw him, older and devoid of his boyishness. Now he had weary lines on his forehead and I felt guilty for throwing him into the spotlight.

Before now, I'd never felt this happy in a long while. Lenora had returned to her house, but the weekend was memorable. We hid like horny rabbits, almost getting caught by Mariselle.

Harrison got off his stool, and I lowered my hoodie, walking past a vintage bar where live rock music was playing.

We exchanged pleasantries, and I sat opposite him on the bar stool that had stood the test of time.

"Whiskey?"

I respon