CALIFF

“Are you sure you wanna do this?”

She was sitting on the passenger seat, focused on her phone, and hadn’t answered my question.

“Shadow, I’m talking to you.” I put my hand on her thigh, squeezing to get her attention.

“I heard you, Califf. And yes. If you’re concerned that I might snap his neck. No, forget about it. I won’t do that. You just have to trust me.”

“I trust you. You know that.”

Dad was already at home, resting. His disease was like cancer in humans. I’d never heard of a werewolf catching a disease like him. How would I fund research like this without exposing us?...