Sköll’s POV
I caught the lens with my hand, almost dropping it to the ground. It glittered in the moonlight and bounced around a beam as I readjusted it on the scope. Damned Parkinson’s was acting up again, causing my hands to shake. I didn’t really want to come out of retirement, but trining my grandson to take over for me was hard work that cost a lot of money.
Hans Chambers had spent years of my life to send me all around the world; learning the art of killing our kind, and I was doing this one last favor for his son, Dominic. I put a hefty price tag on it as well, needing the money for treatment. Pills were not cheep, especially since I needed double what a human would because of my fast metabolism.
I couldn’t even shift more, my wolf fighting off what he could of the disease. I ref
