Lykos Aristomachos hated office work. Hated him with all his heart.
It was not done for a chair to warm afternoons, especially when outside the sun shone and there were attractive to criminals to be hunted. And especially when there were only two days a full moon ...
He was a werewolf, programmed by nature to be a hunter without equal.
It was not a werewolf any: Lykos had not been infected by the curse following an attack, the werewolf was part of him since birth. His family was directly descended from the son of Lycaon Pelasgus, king of Arcadia, the first werewolf in the history of Greece, cursed by Zeus in the myth of time for trying to be clever with the wrong entity.
Despite everything, his family, he was stubbornly proud, though often times had been hard for them.
For centuries, every disaster is usually accidental and not due to Licaonidi, neighbors, hunters had hired experts to get rid of them and take their land.
The family had always managed to survive in one way or another.
Following the example of the founder, who according to myth was something like 50 children, Licaonidi had always had several litters, which had guaranteed the survival of someone to continue the race even in the worst of times.
daring Brooding about the past of his family, reluctantly filled out the forms Lykos to report on bail for the brawl the previous night.
She could not own more ... He felt as if the chair was full of pins: he wanted to get up and do something, anything, except stand there.
The day had been a lousy date: Ines was cock, not the spun smear despite his most sincere efforts, then came the paperwork, and finally the call to arms had come only for the other team.
Lykos felt very frustrated. Almost
hoped that one of those arrested did some shit like huge attempt to escape or something in order to vent.
Maybe after the shift would have been a little 'time to the training room of the command ...
With a little 'luck would have found someone willing to do a training session with him.
With luck that someone was Adrian St. Clair Drake and Matyas.
Lykos almost overjoyed at the prospect.
With those two should not contain himself much and could take satisfaction in the crush as ripe grapes. How
bothered him that both of those balloons they had had an affair with Ines ...
What were those two more than he?
" Ehem!" Someone cleared his throat.
Lykos, abruptly diverted from his purpose of revenge, shuddered involuntarily.
" Sorry I interrupted your meditation on the mysteries of life ... - Liley mocked him, handcuffed to a chair in front of his desk - but I'd rather get out of this process the police before tonight, you know. "
Lykos was produced in a string of curses in greek pagan of considerable length.
The girl did not bat an eyelid.
" vented You?" He asked casually at the end.
Lykos gave her a dirty look and snarled. "I would, pussycat ..."
Usually werewolves type cat does not cause major disorders, but close to full moon sometimes felt the overwhelming desire to chase them up onto a tree, especially when they showed off their phlegm Gatteschi.
He struck angrily to the latest data on the terminal, threatening to destroy the keyboard, ignoring as best he could the smile of the girl.
What was irritating ...
gave the order to print and strode across the room to retrieve the document from the shared printer.
Back at her desk, slammed the rudeness of the front along with a bic Liley of the entire ordinance and gnawed off his handcuffs. 'Signature' I'm paper and disappear. "
Liley did not need to repeat twice and scribbled vaguely hieroglyphic, got up and walked to the door without a word.
Lykos sighed with relief.
The lioness had gone without making a display of its most annoying humor.
Board on the door turned Liley.
"You were fast. Thanks puppy ... - Said in a soft voice - I'll give you a bone ... "and then disappeared as quick as a flash in the hall.
Lykos, sitting at the desk had a brief moment of stunned hesitation. Cogito
swearing again if all the gods, but decided that it would probably be counterproductive, finally opted for whining desperately. The day continued to deteriorate.
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