Every woman wanted to marry him and every man wanted to be him. He was the typical ideal of perfection. A man of many talents, but I knew something the world didn’t. Hiding somewhere in Mr. Perfect’s house was a rare diamond. One worth millions. One that could set me up for life. No more shitty jobs. No more scraping by. It was time to live the high life once again. However, there was one problem. The man was a wolf. Strong and cunning. Cracking into the CPD’s computers, I found eight other burglary attempts. Attempts and failures. He had a pretty damn good security system, but not good enough to keep me out. I twitched my whiskers and sniffed the air from underneath a small coffee table. Tate wasn’t the only shifter in Central. It’d been two hours since I found a way inside the mansion. Being small, I was able to squeeze under an opened window in the attic. Took a while to explore. It was pretty ridiculous actually. All this space for one man. I could hear him moving about in his lavish entertainment room.
