All Chapters of Wyvern Protection Unit: Chapter 101 - Chapter 104

Something tickled the periphery of my brain.I couldn’t identify it. Not yet. Not while sleep still clung to me like the cloying stench of the too-strong perfume the women I’d fucked around with last night wore.Was someone here?An animal?A person?Whoever it was, they weren’t a threat. At least, not yet.They were simply hovering there, while I came to slowly, still enjoying my time on the other side of consciousness.I wasn’t worried, though. If I was in danger, my Devil’s instincts would surely have woken me up before now.I sighed and stretched, appreciating the cool, dewy grass as it slid across my overheated skin.It felt even better than the ridiculously high thread count of my Egyptian cotton sheets back inside my bedroom.But maybe that was because this house, my room, all of it felt like some kind of cage trying to trap me in. I mean, it wasn’t always that way. But just lately.Fuck. Yeah. Lately.The September sun was beating down on me from above. I could feel

“What a fucking dump,” I growled.I bared my teeth as a low, hiss-like sound emerged from my chest. The four-hour drive north had left me feeling antsy and restless. My skin itched for me to shift, but I couldn’t. Not yet.Fucking Avail.This sealed it. I was going to murder my cousin.Okay, fine. The drive was long, but I did enjoy the scenery. North Jersey was lush and green, with forests, hills, valleys, and huge tracts of farmlands, though not as big as those in the southwestern part of the state.My new house and lands, courtesy of a huge chunk of my trust fund, sat just beyond an enormous wrought iron gate that held a weathered sign with the letters Mi l r R n h barely visible.I had no idea what they once said, and furthermore I did not care. This place was a mess. A veritable fucking dump even though I was pretty sure it was supposed to be a large ranch style house.Right off the bat, the roof was sagging, the porch missing a few planks of wood in the steps. There was a