Chapter 4: A Dashing Stranger
This was her only chance. If she let them take her to the temple, she might never return.
Her only option was to escape and seek Lana's protection.
But asking Lana to save her now would take too long—Brookwood was still an hour away.
And out here, in the countryside, no police or security guard would dare interfere in werewolf affairs.
Lethia scanned the restroom, spotting a janitor mopping the floor.
By her scent alone, Lethia could tell she was a half-breed.
She bit her lower lip, fingers drumming frantically against the sink counter, then strode toward the woman.
"Hey... Can I ask a favour?"
The janitor blinked in confusion. "Yes, Miss?"
"I don't have much time to tell my story, but... I have money to trade for your uniform. Can you just say yes to my offer?"
The janitor eyed her from head to toe, scrutinising. "How much will you pay?"