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drop the bomb. I wanted out of here. “ One of the other officers dropped off some personal effects from the scene. I ’ ll have one of the nurses bring them in along with your discharge papers and different l ycanthrope programs you can get information from. ”
    “ Thanks , D oc, ” I replied, turning to face the window , focusing on the smooth metal of the bars . “ Anything else I need to know? ”
    “ You ’ re healing quite quickly . I should think you ’ ll be almost completely healed by tomorrow. If you have any issues, I ’ ll leave a contact number with your paperwork. ”
    “ Okay, thanks again. ”
    “ I am sorry, M s . Thomas. ” I heard the door open and close and knew I had gotten what I wanted . T o be alone.
    “ Yeah, me , too, ” I whispered to the empty room.
    A few minutes later, the nurse came in with everything I needed. I nodded along with what she said, not hearing a single word. After everything was signed and I was free to go, I went outside and climbed in the waiting cab. It was a short trip home to my apartment. Once finally inside, I turned off my phone, crawled under the crisp, cold sheets of my bed and did something I very rarely did… Cried.
     
     

 
    Chapter 2
     
    I woke up the next morning feeling like I had a wicked hangover , e xcept I hadn ’ t been drinking the night before. Another reason I almost never cry . I t was about as useful as getting piss ass drunk. My head felt as if there was an internal pressure that wanted to explode out of my eyes. Maybe later though because I wasn ’ t ready to roll over and die.
    Part of my lack of being able to handle emotional stuff was my upbringing . T he other part was what I could do. The kicker of my current situation ? I should have been on the monster squad from the beginning of my career. I guess I should stop calling it that and start referring to it as MNSTR before I offended one of my new coworkers.
    Dragging myself from bed, I headed over to the shower , stepping in and letting the constant stream of water droplets assail my exhausted body . I left it colder like normal, just until I was wide awake. Then I switched the temperature to something warmer.
    I had been able to hide that I was a c lairvoyant from the FBI for six years. Six years! Now a werewolf claws me up, turning me into one of them, and finally lands me where I was supposed to be all along.
    I wasn ’ t a fan of irony or a believer in karma, but damn, it seemed to believe in me. Growing up in foster home after foster home was hard enough . A dd to that I was a very different type of child… I was lucky to have made it out at all.
    Granted there were times I found it useful. It was a great interrogation tactic, and a benefit in a fight. Thankfully I didn ’ t get images when I touched objects . J ust people , and not always . Sometimes touching wasn ’ t even needed . I could see some images from what people were broadcasting. It wasn ’ t telepathy, I couldn ’ t hear words . I t was just streams of images. Whatever the person was thinking at the time.
    Done with the shower, I turned off the water and grabbed a towel , drying myself off quickly before draping it over the front of my body . I stepped out and turned so I was facing away from the mirror, which was only slightly fogged up, wanting to look at my back. There was the barest hint of very old looking scars, but they still had a pink tinge to them. I didn ’ t feel any sharp pain, more a dull one from overworked muscles.
    As much as I wanted to deny it, the evidence I was a shifter was right there in the mirror. Sighing, I wrapped the towel all the way around myself and grabbed another to put around my hair.
    Coffee, I decided. Coffee almost always made things better. Reaching the kitchen, I measured out the right amount of grounds and fil l ed my espresso machine up. I added the right amount of filter ed water th e n popped a bagel in the toaster. I turned on my phone and cursed w hen it