Chapter 12 Nothing Is Going As Planned

• Strike one against Lucas, Eliza thought as she looked up at the Green Wolf Party's headquarters. She'd asked around and found out Lucas' last known location was here, at the offices of the political party he started for werewolves. The building was older than Redclaw Enterprises, with a chipped sign on the front proclaiming it the former home of a law firm that had long since moved on. She could hear voices coming from inside; Eliza frowns, and listens closer. No, not from inside. From the back. Raised voices, as if arguing. Curious, she makes her way to the back of the building, through a narrow alleyway.
• There goes my ambush plan already, she thought, though she remembered what her friend Jenna, the Primus of the Silver Sisters, would have told her.
• "No plan survives contact with the enemy!" Jenna always said that as she was losing at Mario Kart. She also almost never used her items when playing the game. "You might as well call me Justin Case, because I like to be prepared...just in case." She always said that. Eliza always thought Jenna was trying to be funny. She never found it funny at all.