Sand spent the first three nights of his new shift, from seven P.M. until four A.M., at a downtown office building, sitting at the guard’s desk in the lobby reading—when he wasn’t going from floor to floor checking to be certain no one was around, other than the cleaning crews for the various offices. For him, making sure no one had hidden in the building after hours was easy. All he had to do was use his nose and ears. Although in his human form smells and sounds weren’t as intense as when he was a werewolf, they definitely were sharper than they would have been if he was merely a human.
Then his boss called him mid-Thursday afternoon to tell him he was being reassigned.
“Again,” Sand said sourly. “Now what?”
His boss laughed. “It’s not that bad. Mr. Lincoln wants you to accompany his
