The Inquiry and Guest

The ride to his house had been silent for Forrest. He who was still trying to wrap his head around what Franklin revealed to him. Ridiculous as it was that the doctor chose to tell him it by a text message of all things.

’So the boy is actually a werewolf. And half werewolf, no less,’ he thought, glancing at the kid who was looking out the window. ‘No matter how I think about it, his father has to be Damien. There is no way there could be any other werewolf who became so low as to go to a place like that and have their way with other females.’

Only a disgrace of a werewolf, a werewolf who has no self-respect, or the worst of rogue werewolves would have anything to do with a place like Damien’s business. As far as Forrest knew, there were very few werewolves who would stoop that low. As owner of that very establishment, the possibility that Damien was the father remained. A possibility so high, Forrest tightened his grip on the steering wheel even more.

“And he thinks he’s worthy of be