Two days later, Ethan and I dressed in respectable clothes, left Enzo’s pack, and flew to Seattle. A car was waiting, and we headed to where the Werewolf Council operated. Instead of going straight in, we sat across the road in a coffee shop, watching.
It looked like a normal office building, right in the middle of the city. Not hidden at all.
“Hiding in plain sight,” I muttered.
We studied the businesses and people outside.
“What do you think?” Ethan asked.
“No visible security, so getting in should be easy, but it won’t be listed as the council.”
“We know their names. That might be enough.”
“I hope so.”
“Are we really doing this?”
“It’s already in motion. We wait for the others.”
“Then why come now?”
“To check the place. Security, patterns. So far, nothing obvious.”
“That cou
