Elroy’s POV
This mask was strangely heavy, and a little hot. Sweat was gathering under the scent blocking patches Sam found for me, and I could only hope the cheap one-wash hair coloring wasn’t running down the back of my neck with the moisture. The shoulder pads felt awkward, and I was still getting used to walking in these slightly platformed shoes.
It was a damn good disguise, though, if even my Mate couldn’t recognize me. Though maybe it had been so long since she’d looked at me she’d just forgotten what I looked like regardless.
It’s your own fault, my wolf huffed at me. I didn’t fight him on it.
I’d interrogated Astor once Olivia stomped off, demanding to know why he’d try to take my Mate from me, and something about the way he’d screamed in response made me believe him. I cou
