Amarylis was enjoying her image in the mirror. Amyl and the sniffers was playing in the background. "Some muts can't be muzzled" blasted through the speakers. She was lying belly down on a sheepskin sofa, licking the remains of her last meal off her fingers and watched herself critically. She did have a nice body on her.
Her half long black hair fell around her face and her flashing blue eyes topped it off. She rolled on her back, lifting her legs in the air, while her mind wandered off to the meeting she had planned that evening. They had finally managed to find a link with someone who was willing to provide them with information about the Gray moon Lake pack.
"Traitor", she thought to herself. Although Amarylis despised people who betrayed their own, she needed his willingness to achi
