“Thank you, Head Wolf Antoine. It was certainly touch-and-go for a while there, but in the end, it was a war well fought.”
I rolled my eyes as Andrew schmoozed yet another political ally over the phone. It had been like this all day since we got out of bed: a political ally, friend, or family member would call to congratulate Andrew on the re-election, and Andrew would have to cheerfully make small talk with them, no matter if he didn’t like them or wasn’t on good terms with them. It was rather puke-worthy to witness, but I knew that he had to do it in order to maintain his image.
“I agree, it was a great idea for Crystal to volunteer at the werewolf homeless shelter near the end of the campaign.”
He eyed me and made a gagging gesture with
