Chapter 61 The Forest

• Annette had never been in the forest that surrounded the Michaelson family estate on her own. Not at night. Or during the full moon. Especially not during the full moon.
• Oh no, she smiled to herself as she slipped out a side door and into the shadows of the garden. When she’d lived here, all the humans were locked up nice and tight during the full moon with a guard patrolling to ensure they didn’t leave. Wouldn’t want to tempt some poor schmuck of a werewolves into sinking their fangs into them.
• She shook her head and crouched in the deeper shadows by the rose bushes. They moved slightly when she brushed against them and she was enveloped by their sweet, heady scent. For a moment she was caught, transfixed by the fragrance wrapping her in its coils. They smelled amazing. How had she not noticed before how wonderful roses smelled?