Jasmine

I was furious that they took my bag. My life was in that bag and something told me that my hidden compartments weren’t going to fool these people one bit. Who were they?

I was trying not to freak out. I didn’t know who Juan Mendoza was, but the others called him Tom, so I had already pieced together the fact that I wasn’t the only one undercover in disguise. At first, I nearly smiled as the one guy asked if there was such a thing as gay mates. I didn’t know one way or another, but the way Juan, Tom, whatever his name was had been acting, you’d think these idiots would have realized I was female. But who knew, maybe it could happen and I’d just not heard of such a thing before.

Things weren’t so funny though when they mentioned O’Connell. I didn’t know who I was dealing with here, but it was obvious they were shifters. From their smells, they didn’t all smell like wolfs though. It was screwing with my head and I di