Micah hadn't been kidding, the North Packhouse was locked up tight. Guards were stationed at every corner, their eyes tracking every movement. It was so heavily secured that one might mistake it for the president's residence.
It took over thirty minutes before they finally reached the North Packhouse. Along the way, Griffin had been forced to stop for some impromptu shopping and buy clothes that would fit Violet's current form.
Technically, she wasn't Violet right now. She was Oscar, Griffin's beta.
And gods, it was weird.
Violet was still trying to come to terms with the fact that she was currently juggling a dick between her legs. A freak accident, one she knew she was never going to recover from mentally.
She was just grateful Griffin had stopped teasing her about her awkward walking stance. Now that she'd gotten used to it, she had fully embraced her temporary identity.
