Chapter 17
The streets stunk of wolves. I parked four blocks over from the museum but ended up veering out of my way when the first wave of fur hit me. Ducking down behind a hedge, I surveyed the dark and empty street.
Nobody was present, but the strength of the scent suggested werewolves had been here recently. Perhaps they’d passed by repeatedly? Best guess, these were Rowan’s henchmen, patrolling the city to ensure no one else made the same faux pas I had. I wasn’t so sure the safe-passage card in my wallet would be enough to get me off the hook a second time if I was caught.
So don’t get caught. I crept toward the darkened house the hedges surrounded, intending to cut through the backyard and find a less wolfy route leading to my destination. Only problem? The residents had installe
