Zique met Nathaniel in the office, totally ignoring the papers Gabe laid on his desk weeks ago. He was in no shape to involve himself in pack politics, he was too broken for that now, he’d do it the moment he felt whole again.

With slow steps, he walked around his desk, taking a seat in front of Nathaniel who was already seated. He looked up at Gabe, gesturing him out. “I’ll come see you when I’m done, for now give me some privacy.”

Gabe gave him a look that deliberately told him not to do anything stupid before walking out, leaving Zique and Nathaniel alone. “Greetings, old man.”

Nathaniel glared at him, index finger tapping the messy desk. “How many times must I tell you that I’m just 40 years old? I wanted to invite you to my birthday party, but I heard you were a real mad man walking around like a sane one. Is it true? Was there something really wrong with your head?” he chuckled. “It couldn’t be true, the Zique I know would never let a thing drive him crazy...the news must’ve bee