I checked my reflection in the car window, ensuring my red wig was securely in place. The oversized sunglasses completed my disguise perfectly. No one would recognize Natalie Beaumont watching from afar, not even the few pack members passing by who nodded politely at the unfamiliar face.
My wolf purred with satisfaction as I settled onto a bench with clear view of the training den's playground. Everything was unfolding exactly as I'd planned.
Three days of whispering poisonous words to those brats had been worth it. "Did you know Isabelle's mother isn't really her mother? Her real mom abandoned her because she was so awful." "I heard Isabelle isn't even a real wolf—that's why she's so weak." "Alpha Julian only keeps her around because he feels sorry for her."
Children were so deliciously cruel when properly motivated.
