THE PRIVATE ROOM
They left the exhibit room to the private room after a little more survey. The tension between them was high, from the short glances, to them brushing against each other slightly, it was never ending. His eyes held lust and he didn't bother to mask it, he could smell her arousal too.
As they passed through one of the hallways he saw a woman who worked at the museum holding a tray of glass and he signalled her over. When she came to him, he whispered something to her ears, even though Sierra was werewolf she couldn't hear them and it was strange. The lady nodded, offering a bow to the both of them before leaving.
"How is it that I couldn't hear the both of you?" She was curious.
"It's an ability" He replied.
Sierra rolled her eyes at him "What sort of ability is that?. I know all the werewolf abilities and we all share the same too"