cerebral? The work of idiots as it was, it somehow seemed to be a lucrative field. In the past year, he had seen his nextdoor neighbor >

purchase a brand new truck, expand his backyard deck and patio, and re-landscape. Once, he could have even swore he saw him tossing silver >

all over his lawn, like the proper usage of a precious metal was simply to toss it away! It was difficult not to be bitter >

about Alcide Herveaux's waste, especially when his own employment was infrequent and his debt growing by the minute. And it was all the more >

maddening when he thought of -what- Alcide Herveaux was. Oh, Alcide might have tried to hide it, but he was on to him. His IQ and reasoning >

abilities way outshone that of his blue collar neighbor. From behind the windows of his house, he had seen and kept track of it all. Was it>

a coincidence that every full moon, the quiet, suburban neighborhood they shared was overrun with wolves that seemed unfathomably focused >

on Alcide Herveaux's house and property? He had seen at least half a dozen wolves religiously pilgrimage to the house, just to urinate on it. >

And every morning after the full moon, like clockwork, at the wee hours of the dawn, he'd see Alcide Herveaux slink half-dressed from the woods>

behind their properties to the backdoor, looking exhausted and out of sorts. It didn't take a genius IQ-- even if that was exactly what he >

had-- to come to the obvious conclusion. Giving Alcide Herveaux's house a last bitter look before pulling his trash bins into the garage, there>

was only one thought on his mind: It just wasn't fair for this freak to have so much and for him to have so little left. There just had to >

be something that could be done about it. He'd figure it out. He had to.-

-is marking off yet another full moon in his ongoing notes about Alcide Herveaux- Lorna Faye Grieves Four-legged and covered in hair?

-looks up at Lorna Faye Grieves from jotting down his notes- I have asthma. It's a medical condition! Alcide Herveaux

It's called questing, Lorna Faye Grieves. -takes a hit off his inhaler- Aren't you glad you listened to your mother then, honey? You can't put >

a price on our love. Lorna Faye Grieves

-has returned his attention to his notes, isn't really paying attention- Okay, Lorna Faye Grieves, sounds good. Love you too.

Watching - Alcide Herveaux Lorna Faye Grieves Read: tl.gd/n_1smh4ei

Time to shine Lorna Edwin Grieves Alcide Herveaux Read: tl.gd/n_1smmgtm