He used to feel like this years ago, when he was on the verge of closing a huge deal. It was a heady mix of expectation, apprehension, and excitement tinged with fear. This new emotion cut through the thick fog of despair, and he recognized it as anticipation. He needed a human wolf for this job, and he would get one.įor the first time in the last three days he felt something other than crushing grief. Some men were men, and others were wolves in human skin. His old guts would make him pay for it later, but he didn’t care. He shifted in his wheelchair and took a long swallow of his bourbon. Now the two of them were coming back, but Lander only heard one set of footsteps echo through the house. His body man, Sheldon, had come to tell him the wolf was at the door and had gone to fetch him. Lander Morton knew this because he’d invited the wolf into his home.
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