Chapter Thirteen

Craig wasn't sure this was going to go so well. He watched the Omegas scurrying around the house trying to clean and fix up the mess that the gray wolf caused when he tried to escape from the Betas last night. He could only hope the woman who lived here was running late after work. There was just no way they were going to be done. He'd been trying to think of a good cover story for the last seven hours. He had two hours left to concoct something believable. He wasn't holding out much hope. He scanned the front yard, at least it was in good shape and the living room window had been replaced. Maybe he should think of a way to delay her getting home in the first place. It would probably take a full day to make all the repairs.

He laughed when his phone started ringing. James had programmed it to ring "Werewolves of London" whenever he called.

"Hey Craig, how's it going out there?"

"Where's your British accent? You don't sound like you're from London to me." Craig laughed but now it was t