Of course, the universe is against me. Before I can get through the doors, an excited looking guy who seems vaguely familiar is pushing his way in. Now, to be clear here, seeing me won’t trigger the release of the charm. I’d have to be actively pointed out to him. So, I do the only thing I can, I put my head down and barrel past him, dragging my wolf behind me. And that’s when I hear him, the helpful buddy at the bar.
“Dude, that’s her, you just walked right past her.” Fuck. He hasn’t seen my face, not yet, there’s still a chance.
“Run.” I growl to the wolf. I let him go, kick off my heels and grab them up before I bolt for my car. He’s a powerful wolf shifter, so of course he heard me over the ruckus, and of course he kept up with me.
“Just why are we running?” he growls.
“Ex. Stage five clinger. I cannot do this tonight. Let’s just go somewhere and fuck.” I huff at him. Of course, it’s the wrong thing to say to a protective alpha, even if I don’t know him. I can hear said stage five clinger calling out desperately to us, running behind us as I flick the fob on my car keys and unlock it. When I open my door, I realise that I’m alone. The wolf has gone all alpha on me, he’s stopped in the middle of the street and he’s about to face off with the poor guy who can’t let a good ride go.
Well, that blows that. I put my car into gear, do a screaming u-turn, and get out of dodge, leaving both men staring at my tail-lights in shock. Yep, wolf should have listened to me, and now we’ve both missed out. Worse still, I’ll never be able to go back to the bar. The clinger will eventually forget again, because he didn’t see my face, but the wolf? Yeah, I’m so on his shit list now and I know if he finds me again there’ll be questions. Damn I’m so hungry!
FUCK! I bang my hands furiously on the steering wheel while at a red light. Halfway up the next block is a supermarket, so I pull into the carpark and text Shay.
Got outed, lost the mark. Starving, off to hunt elsewhere. Club is OoB for me for a couple of months, more if the wolf hangs out there. FUCK. Off to croon, see you soon. It’s her favourite catch-cry.
You going home after? She responds.
Yep. Sick of this fucking shit.
I pull out onto the main drag and lose myself in the motion of traffic until I find what I’m looking for, a small bar advertising a big screen television. It’s not a game night for anything that I’m aware of, but there will be some sort of sports on there. Probably not a high IQ level, but that’s ok, like I said before, I want a meal, not a relationship.
Of course, my outfit for the club is a little too skimpy for a place like this. The guys here will hit hard and heavy if I flash too much flesh, and that’s how you get into trouble. Because of course the fuckers couldn’t just take responsibility for their actions. Oh no. It must be the girl’s fault for showing too much flesh. I reach over to the back seat and snag a pair of leggings, wriggling into them before I get out of the car. I switch out my heels for a pair of flats from the passenger side floor, and I’m good to go. Glittery sexy black dress is now a glittery slightly long top. Hey, I’m a Siren, I want a guy, not all of them!
Inside the lighting isn’t much brighter than the club, which suits me fine. It makes everything more alluring when you’re trying to pick up. I do a quick scan of the place, sure enough, there’s a hockey game playing on the big-screen tv, and a bunch of muscled-up guys are hooting and hollering along with it. Better still, a path to the bathrooms leads right under the screen. So, all I have to do is have a drink and then make eye contact with the guy of choice as I head towards the bathrooms. It will be quick and dirty, more a snack than a meal, but it will tide me over until I can find something better. I’m so desperate right now, I’m seeing stars.
I watch the jocks while I sip at my coke, I don’t want alcohol to cloud my judgement, this is a place where things could go wrong fast. While I can look after myself, and if worse came to worst, I could take down every male here with one move, I’m part of the supernatural world, and it’s like fight club. You don’t talk about it unless it’s to someone who’s part of it. To save myself, I’d have to out myself, and it’s a last defence thing. With careful planning, that’s not an issue.
There are five in total, all broad-shouldered and smouldering. See, I told Shay that a place like this was a better hunting ground, but she wanted to dance. Frankly, any one of them would be handsome enough to turn me on. In this case, beggars can be choosers. If I were feeling stronger, I’d suggest all five of them follow me and I could feed enough to last me a few weeks, but I’m too weak to keep them all in line.
In the end, I do ‘eeny meeny miny mo’, because they’re all just as appealing. ‘Mo’ turns out to remind me a little of my lost wolf. Slightly shaggy dark brown hair, and just a bit taller than the others, his eyes are blue, totally opposite to the hot brown ones from the club. I flick
