Losing a Friend

Connor

“I will accompany you to the city,” my father said. “Have to see for myself that you’re not fucking up my business.”

He got in the car, not waiting for my reply.

“The business is stable.” I tried not to let him upset me and spoil my good mood. “We have renovations that are complete that I must sign off on.”

The SUV launched down the gravel path. I intended to go to Maxwell’s as well, needing the document I had asked for.

He huffed. “Good to know you remember you still have a business to run.”

And here I thought he trusted me. “Dad, enough. Does this mean you are coming out of retirement?”

“Still dying. So, no.”

I shook my head. “Hard to believe. You look well enough for a man that’s dying.”

“Tell that to my wolf.” He said and turned his face away.

‘I can hardly sense his wolf, Connor. He’s not lying.’ Miles spoke up.

I refused to believe that my father, the strongest wolf I know, was dying a slow death. Was he in pain? I knew better than to ask. He would never admit to such wea