Today… was not his day.
First, he’d been woken up by two lousy cops trying to make something of themselves interrogating the damn “horror” or whatever they called him nowadays. They had demanded to know, accusation clear in their voices, where he had been the day before, and had refused to contact the WWP, a division of the police force designated for handling werewolf affairs in reality but outwardly for crimes involving large animals and those involved in their care.
Well, if that wasn’t enough to ruin your day, his Mate came just in time to witness it all and acted like he didn’t even know him.
And then, after Anthony managed to call the damned werewolf in charge of the police cases to get the two pansies off his doorstep, he’d had to lock the door on himself, cutting off his mate f
