More Than That

“Eddison said you were a scammer. Show me some form of ID,” my father says, taking a few steps as well to get even closer. And when he does, he moves like a beast and grabs me by the arm to pull me and throw me back. Tommy approaches to catch me but doesn’t do it in time, so I end up eating asphalt right next to him.

“Dummy, I reached out my hand,” Tommy complains and lifts me by the arm without any strain while I try not to complain and just brush the dirt off my arms. Justin is looking at me as if he’s worried.

Poor thing, he doesn’t know I spend more time on the ground than anywhere else.

But even so, Justin takes his wallet out of his pants and pulls out an ID. My father takes it and examines it closely. He holds it up to the sun as if to check its validity.

“Let’s assume I believe you, which I don’t,” my father says, handing the ID back to Justin rudely, “What would the Alpha of Kallistar be doing in Fox?”

Justin takes a deep breath.

“Can we leave that topic for later? I’m