Joe found Miles inside the church, drawing away. A grizzly bear this time.
“Go.”
“What?” Miles asked.
“Get up and go,” Joe said. “Right now. Start walking. Anywhere. I’ll find you.”
Miles stood up. “What’s going on?”
“I am your father and you will do as I say!”
Miles sniffed the air. “Blythe! He’s in town.”
“Now you know,” Joe said. “Get out of here.”
“No,” Miles said.
“Miles you know what he does,” Joe said. “He’ll use you to make me suffer.”
“I’m not going,” Miles said.
Joe grabbed his son by the shirt collar and dragged him toward the door. Miles dug his heels in and slapped at his father’s hand.
“If she were here she’d want you to go,” Joe said.
“BUT SHE’S NOT IS SHE?” Miles yelled as he struggled with his old man before finally clocking him a good one upside the head.
That didn’t go over well. Joe’s eyes turned yellow. His muscles bulged out, ripping his shirt apart. Louder than a lion’s roar he bellowed, “I…SAID…GO!!!!”
Miles wasn’t going to argue with that.
“Fine,” the kid said as he walked away. “Do your breathing.”
Joe fell flat on his back and did just that.
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Just some development with Joe and Miles. Father and son fight as they usually go, father giving an order, son being fresh, etc. Except that leads to father wolfing out.
Hopefully this starts building the narrative that Miles is an amateur werewolf who isn’t ready for combat and even his father knows this.