Alpha Caius and the Runaway Luna
Trusting Neeve, because he’d never steered us girls wrong, I flicked my hair over my shoulder and popped my hip out.
“Alright, fine. After this I’m heading home. I’ve got a bubble bath waiting with my name on it.”
“Atta girl! Get out there and make that money.” He snapped his stubby fingers together. “Top up on that scent-blocker first, though.”
Mystic’s Gentleman’s Club was located just outside the boundary line of the Falling Star Pack. This meant we had a mixture of both human and wolf clients. Of course, it was damn near impossible to tell the difference between the two when everyone was wearing scent-blocker, but it was better to be safe than sorry.