Page 23 of The Wolf She Shouldn't Desire

“Sorry about him,” I apologize. “He’s young and stupid. Still learning too.”

“We’re used to vampires calling us worse things.”

“Doesn’t mean it’s okay.”

“No, I’m just saying I’m not one to get easily offended and try to kill vampires that talk like that since you told him that was a possibility,” he chuckles.

I relax somewhat at his reassurance and his levelheadedness.

Why do I get the feeling you two have interacted with each other between the night we met with Jackson and now?

What would make you think that?

Oh, I don’t know. Maybe because you both know each other’s names and are acting familiar and friendly with each other when last I knew you were very pissed at him ranting about the audacity of him thinking you needed a savior or something that night.

I ignore him and focus on Jordan instead, still feeling as if I can’t tell him anything about my interactions with Jordan following our altercation with him during the deal with Jackson that went sour.

“Thank you. If you still want to join us, I have no problem with it. Boys?” I indicate to Danny and the others to make sure they are comfortable with the wolves sitting with us.

They all nod, a bit hesitantly but still agreeing to it before making room for the wolves to take up half of the seating arrangement. An arrangement that places Jordan next to me on my right. Eric sits to Jordan’s right and the others take a seat to the far left with Danny and my men between us. At times, we interact with werewolves who are amicable with engaging with us so as to keep the peace and possibly gossip if the conversation allows. Werewolves are entertaining too to talk with and watch. Vampires rarely ever get drunk as it’s extremely difficult, but werewolves not so much. They definitely have a higher tolerance than humans, but they’re not immune to alcohol like vampires.

“I’ve seen Eric before, but who are the others with you?” I ask Jordan.

“This is Reed, Lochlan, Ronan, and Jax. Four of my most trusted men in my pack after Eric, of course, who is my second in command.”

“Nice to meet you boys,” I say with a welcoming smile, at least I hope I do. Three of them nod at me with stony expressions, but the fourth gives a small smile. Not bad, I would say, for a first reaction.

“You guys here tonight for business or pleasure?” Kane inquires.

“First, it was business, but now, it’s pleasure,” the one Jordan indicated was Lochlan states. “You?”

“All pleasure,” Asher grins mischievously. I roll my eyes. “We were reminiscing about the time Damien here found himself face first in a ditch, one pant leg missing, and holes cut out over his dick and ass cheeks after a night out with a lovely girl named Eve.”

“Fuck you, Asher. That was not what we were reminiscing about.”

“Well, we are now,” he chuckles.

The other wolves smirk and two of them look eager to hear the story. Asher obliges them, of course, as Damien glares at him.

As the night progresses, both groups seem to relax and try to one up each other in outrageous stories and antics they have found themselves in the past. So far, Nolan and Reed are taking the lead with stories of Nolan stealing a cop car and crashing it into a lake and Reed who got so drunk he didn’t recall how he got on top of the city’s largest skyscraper bare ass naked after going missing for a week when the others found him followed by them slowly discovering the antics he got into over that period of time he was missing. Jordan laughs as he explains he was pissed sinceseveral werewolves and a few humans came looking for him in response to what Reed did and causing him a headache of a mess to fix.

Eventually, we start playing a drinking game that Reed calls never have I ever, and the vampires are clearly winning. To be fair though we have all been around for a long time and have had the time to get into trouble to do a lot of things the wolves haven’t yet. Still, it’s fun. We’re laughing, joking, and being rowdy now that both my vampires and Jordan’s wolves have loosened up a little and don’t seem as on edge preparing for a fight if needed. I feel happier than I have in a while. No worries or stress. Just enjoying the ability to relax, drink, and have fun with a group of people both familiar and new.

Suddenly, I feel Jordan stiffen on the couch next to me and sit up from the laid-back position he had sunken into next to me.

Looking in the direction he is staring towards, I zero in on a group of five burly men, clearly werewolves, come up to our group.Wolves are always so easy to spot with not only their unique scent but their size and demeanor.

“Well, isn’t this a sight to see?” the man in the forefront states as he crosses his arms. His stance exudes aggravation and displeasure as he stares at all of us sitting together.

“Lance,” Jordan acknowledges. “There a problem?”

“I’m looking at one, yeah.”

“And what would that be?” this time Eric comments in a tone that is a stark difference from how he was talking just a second ago.

“Wolves interacting with a bunch of bloodsuckers like their chummy friends.”

“How is that a problem?” again Eric speaks.

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