30: Don't Get all Pouty Because You Didn't Get What You Wanted From Daddy

Fuming, I reach the house only to run into Silas. Again. “That didn’t take long. I’m assuming he didn’t tell you what you wanted to know.” How observant of him.

“Where’s Gideon?”

“Oh, you’re going to the big man.” He’s unable to hold back his laughter. “He’s in his office.” Twisting his torso, he points into the house, “left of the staircase, down the hall, third door.” As I step forward, he wishes me luck as if this is going to be another pointless conversation.

Following Silas’s direction, I enter an unfamiliar section of the house. Counting the doors, I stop in front of the third one, knuckles lightly knocking. A nervousness attacks me as I wait for him to acknowledge that someone is requesting entrance. It’s mere seconds before he hollers for me to come in.

Entering the room, I find him behind a large desk, nose deep into a bunch of papers. So werewolves really do have business to conduct. It’s not just pissing on their territory and having howling contests? “Gideon.”

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