Chapter 8
The museum was impenetrable to thieves...well, to human thieves. Luckily, I had an ace up my sleeve.
The ability to transform into a wolf.
And, yes, I knew it was a bad idea. I’d never utilized my lupine form during previous heists for three very good reasons—the card in my pocket, the alpha it represented, and the necessity of keeping the existence of werewolves a secret from the larger human world.
If I was found out during this heist, I put my ability to visit Harper in jeopardy. The idea of losing our weekly visits left bitter terror in my mouth.
But two days of scouting showed up no other obvious avenues of entrance. The night guard I brushed past on the sidewalk at the end of his shift had dog hairs on his trousers. And the deadline of Harper and Clara’s fall break loo
