Dead Shifter Walking

I shifted uncomfortably, seated atop the makeshift desk Grams sat behind. Annoyed about this
impromptu meeting, I peeked over my tense shoulder to see her steel gaze at the self-important
Governor Hash. The hatred simmering below the surface was evident, but she wasn’t allowing it
to contort her facial features. Good for her.
I wasn’t doing nearly as well; my jaw muscles twitched from unspoken words and my arms
refused to uncross from my chest.
Pulling my attention back to the panel seated in front of us, I heaved an annoyed sigh. I wasn’t
much for the legal system, or legal anything, actually. I had my own set of rules, and I abided by
those with fanaticism. I was tempted to kill each and every one of those stupid, idiotic vampires
for coming out of the closet. And let’s not forget about the lovely shifters who also decided it was
a good idea to dump honesty on the general human public.