“There are no cameras in here,” she breathed, biting into her lower lip. “Are you going to hurt me, Officer?” Everything about her voice was teasing, like she wanted this. Like she was enjoying it. And that only set my pulse racing even harder. “You don’t act like a normal Werewolf, Twelve,” I commented, ignoring her question as she reached the end of the aisle and turned back down another one. I stalked after her, adrenaline surging into my blood as she increased her pace.
