Chance’s POV
“Find anything?” I asked as I walked into the locker room, seeing Cash and Mazie still looking around for evidence of what was in here with Raven.
I wasn’t buying Raven’s story of not seeing anything, especially because of the way she reacted when I told her Mazie would be bringing her belongings over later. It wasn’t even the abrupt “no” that she had given me, but the way her heart began to race in her chest, as it was clear that she was concerned about Mazie’s wellbeing.
“Actually, we did. Turns out makeup is good for something.” Cash said to me, as he had me follow him towards the row of sinks by the showers, before he pointed to the floor, where a paw print was faintly left in the shade of pink. But this was just no normal paw print, as it was far too large to belong
