- 9.
I guess those two losers wanted to see me
sweat, because they didn’t dose me up as much
as the others.
The other captives were still out cold from
whatever they’d been given. I had Sparky get
his werewolf posse to haul their asses back to
civilization.
Fast forward a couple days: Chad and Brittany
were all over the news
“Couple Mauled by
Wild Animals in Badlands.” Me? Just the
“surviving friend.”
Naturally, the cops grilled me. I played dumb.
Didn’t know where they were going, didn’t know
what they were up to, didn’t know anything
about their shady side hustle.
Bottom line: they had nothing on me. I walked.
It was chalked up as a tragic accident.
Of course, their families went ballistic. Chad’s
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It was chalked up as a tragic accident.
Of course, their families went ballistic. Chad’s
parents always thought I was beneath him, even though I was the one footing the bill for his
entire life. According to them, I was holding him back from finding his real potential.
Brittany’s folks were even worse. They basically
saw her as a cash cow, always trying to
squeeze me for every last dime.
But they had zero proof. No judge was gonna
award them a payout.
So, I went scorched earth. I sued, and got back
every single gift I’d ever given them.
That really set them off. They started a
GoFundMe and went on Facebook Live, trying
to get the internet to shame me.
Some people bought it, started doxxing me,
porting mi
by addrone the whole ning vardo Thou
posting my address, the whole nine yards. They wanted “justice” for their “poor babies.”
But I wasn’t about to take that lying down. I dumped Chad and Brittany’s cheating history online, along with receipts for all the times I’d bailed them out.
Suddenly, they went from grieving parents to greedy leeches getting dragged for being ungrateful. The internet mob turned on them, and they quickly crawled back under their rocks.
As for Sparky and the werewolves, the “animal attack” story kept them safe. No nosy humans came sniffing around, and they went back to living off the grid.
Word spread fast within the pack about how I’d gone all Mama Bear on the old Alpha. Seemed
like I had officially become a legend, the human
who could smack around the Alpha and get
away with it.
The wolves treated me with a new level of
respect. They knew I meant business when it
came to keeping their asses safe.
Now, I’m like their unofficial Alpha. They follow my every command, keep away from populated areas, and make sure no one even thinks about
messing with humans again.
So, yeah, things are definitely looking up.
(The End)
