We were putting the plan into action now. Kyle had come up with the plan himself but he seemed to be a little uptight about it now. I swear he was acting like I was some tiny little girl walking into a room full of monsters. I could handle myself. I had slept, I had eaten (more than once), and I had shifted. I was much stronger than I was yesterday. Still he was worried.
The first thing he had me do was dress like a slut. I would say a hooker but it wasn't a dress so I had to change the person to slut. Then, once I was ready he took me to the motel that the fucking pervert Sandy Fink was in.
I bypassed the office to this fucking shithole and continued straight to the door of room number nine. I could smell at least five people in the room beyond it. The problem was, there was at least one shifter in there.
