The Troubled King

Hades

I entered the bedroom a bit late, the results in my hands. Whatever would be found inside, no one else needed to know. Her soft snoring is all I can hear and her scent is all I can smell. I pushed back the urge to go to her first, I had something to do first.

The bedroom was dark but I would not need light to see. I tore the envelope open and slipped out the DNA test results. I unfolded the papers with steady hands, my sharp eyes slicing through the shadows as I scanned the results.

Species Classification: Werewolf

The first line put me at ease—at least momentarily. She was, as I'd suspected, fully werewolf. But the details beneath it stirred unease.