I stared.
Was that—
No.
The asshole had tools.
Actual burglary level tools.
“Oh my God,” I mouthed.
Future Alpha Frederic Holloway was picking a lock.
That was almost worth waking up for. I could even have him expelled from the academy for that right?
Then all my problems would be fixed.
Right?
I almost took my phone out and started recording, then the door opened, he slipped inside and puff. The momentum was gone.
Fuck it.
I waited before following him.
The library at night was different.
During the day it smelled like students, paper, coffee someone had illegally brought inside, old wood and dozens of wolves passing through.
Now most of those scents were stale, layered over one another until individual trails became harder to isolate.
Thank Goddess.
For once, Fangar stud
