I Am The Luna
I walk past her and unlock the door, opening it wide and take a look around the open-plan living area.
The place is clean, a slight smell of it being closed up lingers, but it’s a safe place, right down to the design of the windows…
It belongs to a werewolf, someone I knew from the Sable, although he doesn’t know exactly who he’s renting it out to. But he had a few of these homes made around the state. Even if you were chipped, this place would distort the signal.
I’m about to head back to the truck when something falls with a loud band, and I hear glass breaking.