It was his job, to do things, to fix things. He excelled at it. He loved it. He made the boss happy. He made the club members happy. He made the shifters they rescued happy. He made his employees happy. It was what he did, for fuck’s sake. Okay. Okay. Thinking. Thinking. How was he going to tell the boss about this without getting his ass handed to him on a silver platter? Dear boss, it wasn’t my fault, exactly. I mean, I didn’t mean to do it, but the poor thing needed help and… Yeah. Shit. Okay, how about, You know how our mandate is to rescue shifters and how I often just go ahead without your approval? He rolled his eyes at himself. God, it wasn’t like the boss was going to murder him, right? Their mandate was to rescue shifters, after all. They only had so many facilities for the big ones, it was true. He always checked with the boss to make sure they had the room because some of their rescues were feral, and you couldn’t have a lion going after the rest of the inhabitants.
What do You think about Scales (Shifter Rescue 1) (2015)?
