Page 26 of Claimed By Werewolf
If I showed fear, they’d eat me alive.
I wasn’t sure if they knew who I was or if they just didn’t like someone they hadn’t met before.
Inside, the bar was chaos.Spiderweb decorations tangled with neon signs.Jack-o’-lanterns grinned from every surface, with their flickering candles competing with the dim red bulbs overhead.The air reeked of beer, smoke, sweat, and something electric.
A man in a skull mask raised his drink at Werewolf.“Brought a date, Wolf?Thought hell froze over.”
The words rippled through the room, laughter following like a wave.
Werewolf’s body shifted closer to mine, and his voice was a low growl.“Eyes off.”
The man chuckled but looked away.
The tension in my chest eased only slightly.
I leaned toward him, my mouth near his ear.“What the hell am I doing here?”
His gaze swept the room.“Learning.”
I snorted.“Feels more like being fed to the lions.”
“Wolves,” he corrected, and the word sent another shiver down my spine.
The night blurred into fragments of memories.
A woman in a blood-red corset danced on the bar.Guys in cuts like Werewolf’s slammed shots like they were water.Two women were on the pool table, making out with each other while everyone else just milled around them.At one point, I swore I saw a giraffe walk through the clubhouse.
Through it all, Werewolf never left my side.His hand at my back.His shoulder brushing mine.His voice low in my ear whenever someone got too close.
“You don’t look at Tremor.”
“Don’t talk to Chains.”
“Don’t drink anything you didn’t see poured.”
It should’ve been suffocating.
Instead, it felt like being tethered to the only steady thing in a storm.
And maybe that was the most dangerous part.
At one point, I slipped toward the bar to get a drink, but the second I stepped away, a man in a half-mask blocked my path.
“Don’t think I’ve seen you around,” he said with a sharp grin.“You new blood?”
I opened my mouth, but before I could speak, Werewolf was there.
He shoved the man back with one hand and snarled, “She’s not for you.”
The man raised his hands in mock surrender.“Easy, Wolf.Didn’t know she was claimed.”
Heat flared in my face.Claimed.Like I was property.
But the way Werewolf’s hand slid possessively to my hip dared anyone else to look.
I hated how much I didn’t hate it.
When the man finally slunk away, Werewolf leaned close, his breath hot at my ear.“Stay where I put you, Demi.”
