033

Lorenzo

I stood still, my sharp werewolf senses on high alert. With my acute hearing, I could pick up every sound from outside the wardrobe, no matter the distance. Eva's nervous tone and Thelma's accusatory words made my instincts twitch. I didn't like being confined, but I knew Eva was trying to protect herself, not me, obviously.

She was hiding me from her sister, and I couldn't blame her. A guy at a place as early as seven? I wouldn't have bothered hiding if I didn't think it would be… awkward.

As I listened, Thelma's voice grew louder, her footsteps echoing through the other room. She was searching for something - or someone. Well, me, apparently. My gut had told me she suspected my presence.

Suddenly, Eva spoke up, her voice laced with frustration. "There's nothing here, for goodness sake! What are you looking for?"

Thelma's response sent a shiver down my spine. "I know a werewolf is in this place. I can smell it, and I must remind you that I'm no Omega. I'm a werewolf and have