Chapter 87.
Kristina breathed slowly in a bid to calm her racing heartbeat before the sound of it ricocheting against her rib cage gave her position away. It was unlikely a human could hear her heart, but it was good practice, for when she was sneaking up on werewolves, because she was certain they would hear it. Her hand has a slight tremor, naked to the human eyes, but once again, a werewolf would pick it up no problem, and view it as a sign of weakness. Closing her eyes to calm herself down, and psych herself up for the mission that was before her, she thought of something that would give her a sense of peace. She thought of Hendrick, on their mating moon, sitting on a rattan chair together, both naked, as the sound of the gentle stream filled the silence. The memory of how totally at
