8- INSULT!

Alessandra Benjamin:

I must be in deep sleep on that chest when I heard whistles of patrol guards slicing through the air. Did they smell the stranger in my arms?

Oh! The stranger! I shifted back to look at his face. He was still standing there. Waiting for me to wake up.

How could a man do that? Like waiting for a sleeping woman to wake up. That too on his toes?

Nah! I guess that only happened in movies.

It was so dark that I could not see his face. Without my wolf, I had become half-blind according to werewolf standards.

I turned to the whistle sounds muttering to the stranger under my breath, “I need to go. I cannot afford to be seen here with you.” With that, I tried to fix my nightgown that was giving a clear view of my cleavage. It was quite a see through garment.

Just then the man behind me slipped his white button down shirt, around me. Wearing it hurriedly, I buttoned it and held it by its collars. When I came out of the lake, the petrol guards bowed their heads,

“Luna. What