MARLA’S P.O.V
Midnight came slowly, like the Moon wanted to test my patience on purpose. The whole pack house was silent. Doors were closed. Lamps were out. Wolves were either sleeping or out on patrol. The quiet felt heavy. Every sound echoed inside my head. Even my breathing felt too loud.
I stood in front of the mirror and tied my hair back. My hands shook a little, but I told myself it was excitement. Not nerves. Definitely not nerves.
I opened the silver bottle and dabbed the scent-blocking oil along my neck and wrists. The cold liquid soaked into my skin. My own scent faded instantly. It felt strange. Like being invisible.
Perfect.
I changed into dark clothes that hugged my body and did not make noise when I moved. I looked like a thief, which was fine. Tonight, I was stealing a
