Blending into the shadows was a specialty I had learned ever since I started practicing magic.
It was a much-needed skill, especially when living among pure-blood werewolves. Their stupid enhanced senses were always a hassle to handle.
Anyway, I used my magic to slip into the pack house while also masking my scent and anything that might get me discovered.
Just thinking about how Kaene and Phoebe were upstairs fucking had me gritting my teeth.
"She isn't the first woman I've slept with. I've had fun with my fair share of women." I muttered to myself, slipping through the grand foyer leading into the large living room.
I could already pick up the scent of werewolves nearby, most definitely maids.
"It's probably because she's the first woman I slept with in years." I clicked my tongue, remembering that fateful night.
