I looked at her orange jumpsuit pointedly. “Maybe not the best response if you want a chance at parole.”
“Unlike you, I will never leave this hell.” She pouted. “So, we’re not killing anyone?”
“I mean, unless I can fake my own death.” My eyes widened. “Wait. That’s a good idea. Can we do that?”
“My innocent wolf friend.” Clara flashed a smile again. “Of course we can fake your death. But why do you want to die?”
“Mating Season,” I groaned.
She took a deep breath like she always did when she started to– “That’s in like a month and a half. Why are you stressing out? Your wolf has held out this long. She’s not going to change her mind now. Unless. Is there someone new? How hot is he? He’s a wolf shifter I’m assuming. Yum, I like those bigger knots. Tell me all the dirty details and help
