den

to a black, form-fitting dress, a stark contrast to my usua

nd club in Silver Creek City, open to all Pack mem

officially exiled, I would tear o

nts of werewolves hitting me like a wall. Many rec

the strongest whiskey they had. The b

in a semi-private booth, surrounded by

ly, her face glowing with a victor's triumph. Kole w

e loud and exaggerated. "Well, look what we have here. Isn't

my direction. The m

lked slowly toward them, ea

is brow instantly creasing

ide, as if I were a mons

booth to the small, circular stag

undred-dollar bill. He got t

scanning the crowd. Everyone fell

rough the club. "Some of you may know me, some of you may not

lisle Pack's Alpha, Kole." I pa

lly rejects." I said it with a small smile,

rs were one thing, but for a mate to announce i

's own face was so dark it looked like a storm cloud. I could feel the fury of

ion. Not because I've found some 'new protector,'" I said, glancing meaningfully

n its stand, turned, and walked away,

ut to leave, a ha

ncredibly handsome, with messy dark brown hair and a single

row, a playful smirk on his l

I didn't know him, and I wanted noth

pped closer, leaning down

but strangely, I didn't feel any malice

t of cedar and wind on

k eyes filled with a complex emotion

ed through our mind-link.

d looked coldly at the m

. But his eyes followed me until I disap