Marla
I drove my car along the familiar streets, the luxury of our home fading behind me as I made my way to the secluded hideout of the rogue werewolves. The road stretched out before me, illuminated by the soft glow of the streetlights, but my mind was preoccupied with thoughts of the traitor among our servants.
As I navigated the winding roads, I couldn't shake the nagging suspicion that one of our trusted household staff had overheard my conversation with Maurice. Lucia, Kelly, Dina, Pearl, and Rose—all loyal servants, each with their own responsibilities and duties. None of them seemed particularly nosy, making it difficult to discern who might have eavesdropped on our private discussion.
Yet, the possibility lingered in the back of my mind, a troubling uncertainty that demanded re
