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“Last I checked, I’m not a dog.”
His lips curved—dangerous and amused.“Far from it, babe.”
“I just wanted a drink,” I said.
Werewolf moved to the bar with my hand in his and shouted to the bartender for two beers.I wanted to tell him I wasn’t a fan of beer, but I didn’t think they had much else.
Later, I found myself outside with him.The cool air was a relief after the press of bodies inside.
Bikes thundered up and down the street, with even more people just milling around outside.
I leaned against a railing, my heart still racing.“So this is it.A Halloween party.”
Werewolf lit a cigarette, and the flame cast a sharp shadow across his face.“This is it.”
I studied him in the glow.His jaw hard, his eyes shadowed.A man carved from violence and silence.
And yet…
When he turned his head and found me staring, something softer flickered there.Something that made my chest ache.
“You don’t belong here,” he said quietly.
I swallowed.“Maybe not.But neither do you.”
His brows lifted slightly.“You think you know me now?”
“I think you’re more than this,” I said, surprising myself with the conviction in my voice.“And I think that scares you more than anything.”
His hand lifted, slow and deliberate, then his fingers brushed a strand of hair from my face.The touch was light, but it burned like fire.“You don’t know what scares me, sweetheart,” he murmured.
My breath caught.The world narrowed to just him and me.His hand lingered near my jaw, and his gaze dropped to my mouth.
Every nerve screamedkiss him.
But just as the air was about to break, voices shouted from inside.The moment shattered like glass.
Werewolf pulled back, and his face closed down again.“Time to go.”
I exhaled shakily and followed as he guided me back inside, his hand once again firm at my back.
I’d come here looking for answers about Tyler.
But what terrified me most was the answer I was finding about myself.
That maybe the danger didn’t just come from the Sons.
Maybe it came from the way I was falling for the monster who held me too close, whispered too sharp, and looked at me like I was the one thing he couldn’t afford to want.
Chapter Fourteen
Werewolf
Bringing Demi to the clubhouse had been a mistake.
I knew it before we even walked through the doors.She didn’t belong there.She stood out like sunlight in a storm.
The clubhouse reeked of stale beer, smoke, and sweat.Brothers sprawled across couches, boots still on, bottles still clutched in limp hands.The floor was sticky with spilled liquor, the walls buzzing with hangover groans and half-laughed retellings of the night before.
