15: A PEDICURE

The sunlight curled through the windows and pulled at Dominic's eyelids. He stirred, feeling annoyed that the daylight was disturbing his slumber.

He swallowed, and it was then he noticed the sharp, pointy metal at his larynx. His eyes fluttered open only to see a snarling DJ resting a knife at his throat.

The seriousness on DJ's face told Dominic to choose his words wisely, or this brave little kid would slice his neck open. Dom wasn't worried about dying from the injury. He knew he would heal in no time. It was just that he just purchased his vegan couch, and he didn't feel like paying $5000 to get another because he spilled blood all over it.

He cautiously raised his hands in surrender. “Hey there, little man. We're cool, right?" he asked slowly asked.

“I don't know. That depends on your answer." DJ pressed the tip harder against his skin.

“What's the question?” Dom urged, his wolf standing proud of how well their son could handle a situation. It was obvious the little man did