after hours

CHARLOTTE

"And you know, they started selling last week! Can you imagine that? All of this is such a buzz kill." Mads pouted.

I shook my head as she rambled on and on about the sale going on in the human realm, one she obviously couldn't attend.

One. Her father, who had eyes and ears all around the realm, would never let her.

Two. It was dangerous.

“There is a new edition of that Balenciaga hoodie I wore last time. I wanted to get my hands on it.” Her shoulders slouched. “Why do they have to get all the good stuff like months before we do? By the time they’re imported here, we’d only be getting the scraps no one wants!”

I laughed, “I’m pretty sure that’s not how it works, Mads.”

"You know, I bet Macy's is going to be packed with people." She added, facing forward, “If I could just hop in one of those white vans and beeline for those stores, I totally would. And no one would even notice.”

“Notice you?”

“Notice that I’m a werewolf.” She supplied.

I didn’t respond, but I highly doubted t