Charlie
I get the tracking device into Frangelico’s phone using the old jostle and pickpocket method when we pass by each other in the bar, returning it a few moments later when I emerged from the men’s room.
By the time I get back to my room to get it online, I find the bug is dead.
Which probably means I’ve been made. Maybe I was made back on the balcony. The guy definitely seems to have a sixth sense.
A thought occurs to me that sends goosebumps prickling up my skin.
Could he be one of… us? Ugh. I can’t believe I’m even saying us. But there’s no denying it—I’m a monster like the rest of them, a man-beast who can’t control his own urges.
Jared seemed to know I was a wolf by my scent. I haven’t refined my new senses enough to distinguish anything, but suppose this guy Frangelico cou
