#Chapter 113 Honeymoon's Over
Art POV
Wright House
"Your brother thinks himself a fighter. I went to find him and barely saved him from a Lycan he was trying to take on by himself. In closed combat."
Wright had a look on his face I would have given anything to be able to capture. It was a cross between a shocked gasp and an outright gawp. With his mouth hanging open, he looked patently ridiculous and it was even more ridiculous I hadn't thought to have my cell phone ready to capture the moment on camera.
For posterity of course.
Blackmail was below an Alpha Inspector.
Or that was going to be my stance on the matter if anyone asked.
I wasn't too concerned about someone asking. People tended to be taken aback by my size enough to caution them away from pushing me even in conversation. The exception seemed to be Tyler Wright whose wolf was the most fierce I'd faced; I had zero interest in fighting him.
"Art, what are you talking about? Where's Ethan?"
