~Hannah~
“The pancakes are burning!”
I hear someone yell.
“Oh shị́t! No!” I grab the dry rag on the kitchen counter and bring the frying pan to the ground. Everything inside is completely burnt.
Sylvia looks from the burnt pancakes to me. “How could you not have smelt this…” she gives me a suspicious frown.
“Because we take scent blockers?” I hiss. As if it were any of her business what happened to my pancakes. I'm already upset as it is after wasting these costly ingredients.
She folds her arms, her bị́xchy eyes following me as I dump the pancakes in trash. “Oh yeah, the pills. But still…Even at that. Any werewolf can still smell this much from a distance.”
The best answer given to a spy like her is silent and I do just that. But the bị́xch is persistent.
“You seem kinda dist
