Scarlett's POV
I walked up to a man who looked like he was in charge of the floor, my heart hammering against my ribs. "I'd like to be one of the dancers tonight," I said, pitching my voice lower.
He looked me up and down, his eyes scanning my silhouette beneath the hoodie. "Can you dance?"
"Yes," I replied, with a confidence I didn't truly feel but needed to project.
"Well, lucky me," he grunted, checking his watch. "One of the girls called in sick ten minutes ago, and the headliner is about to go on. Go to the back. There's a bin of masks and outfits. Pick something and be on stage in five."
I couldn't believe it was that easy. I hurried to the changing room, the air thick with the smell of hairspray and cheap perfume. I stripped off my clothes, my hands shaking. Zoe, I called out to my wolf, I need you to go deep. Subdue yourself completely. He can't sense a single drop of our power.
