They’re sending me to Siberia—for a full year of mandatory work in a clan of bears. But what irritates me most isn’t the sentence itself, it’s the fact that the new Boss is going out of his way just so I’ll leave on my own.
Only he’s clearly gotten the address wrong. Maybe I’m not a shapeshifter, but I’ve got claws in my character. So, Boss, get ready: there will be war!
***
Somehow, I managed to turn an Alpha-male—one of the strongest werewolves in all of Siberia—into a… flowerbed—by beating him with a bouquet of tulips.
— If you’re counting on me to submit a resignation letter, then no—fat chance I’ll do it!
I casually hurl the crumpled remains of the bouquet onto his desk and, in a calm, almost everyday tone, add:
— As always, would you like coffee? Or would you prefer a cup of chamomile tea today?