Lauren
The mansion was silent at midnight, the kind of heavy quiet that made every creak in the floorboards feel like a scream. I exhaled slowly, easing open the window of my bedroom, the cool night air brushing against my skin.
I was already dressed in black—typical, I know, but sneaking out required a certain level of cliché commitment. If I was caught, I could at least argue I was getting into character. Not that Alexander would appreciate my dedication to the craft.
Maybe the joke of it all was making this easier, getting into the character.
I swung my legs over the sill and dropped into the garden below, rolling to absorb the impact, just barely saved myself from eating dirt. Man, maybe I was getting weaker without my wolf…or maybe I was just getting older. Weird thought.
Wit
