Chapter 2
Allie's POV
“Why are we in a wolf club?” I asked, shouting over the music.
“They have better food, don’t be prejudiced,” she teased me.
To be clear, I wasn’t being prejudiced. It was notorious that they didn’t like humans coming to their spots. They liked their space, they had fought for their land, and they wanted to keep it.
I remember learning about it in school, the Equal Land Act. Wolves needed their space so that they could transform and not hurt humans, so we had to grant them parcels of land in every state where they could live on even here in New York City. Portions of each five burrows had been designated as wolf zone so that we didn’t have to worry about them wolfing out and hurting us.
They didn’t take kindly to trespassing. It was off, and some dumb teenage kids would find their way onto a pack land and get into a lot of trouble. I remember one time hearing a story about how they came across some rogues, and a bunch of kids got killed.
Stupid kids not minding their own business. Many humans used it to try and lobby some of their land away, or set up segregation in schools again.
I went and grabbed another drink. Leave it to me to be thinking about the socio-political relationship of humans and wolves in the middle of a dance club. I downed the shot and walked myself back to the middle of the dance floor.
I started dancing in line with the music, losing myself to the beat. Still, the lingering sensation ate at me, my stomach dancing in anticipation almost. I continued to ignore it, hoping I wasn’t about to lose my late lunch to Jess’s drink of choice.
“Aahhh, he’s here!” Jess bounced and squealed next to me.
I groaned and rolled my eyes, turning away from the obnoxious cloud of aftershave and cologne headed our way. Baz, a promoter my sister had a crush on for whatever god forsaken reason, he must be the real reason we’re here.
“Baz, baby, you remember my sister?” She yanked on my arm as I attempted to escape. He was the picture of a douchebag, red pants, graphic tee, and leather blazer. I wanted to explain to him that the 2000s should keep their street style, but I held my tongue as Jess motioned for me to smile over his shoulder.
“Hello babygirl,” he put his arm around me and the other around my sister. “Is this not the best club you have ever been to. These puppies know how to party,” He joked. I tried to keep the vomit down as he leaned over and kissed my sister’s cheek. “I’ll see you around but move those fine asses all night long, get these cannines moving,”
I couldn’t hide my disgust and fought the overprotective instinct to clean my sister’s face off. She gave him a flirtatious wink and got back to the dance floor, smiling as she moved.
“How do you stand that creep, let alone like him?” I scoffed.
She shrugged. “The allure is in the mystery,” she wiggled her brows at me.
No mystery there, all that was waiting for my sister was five minutes of disappointment. I heaved in a large breath. I couldn’t be one to judge my boyfriend of five years had just dumped me, and still tried to sleep with me that night. Sadly, we had inherited our mother's taste in men, lousy losers with no attachments.
Luckily, the only thing Baz was going to do tonight was argue with the DJ to play more screech techno.
Yeah, my sister could do better.
I turned around to see my sister tied up in the arms of some tall blonde man who looked like he belonged on the cover of an ad for Australia. I smirked in pride at Jess finding better, and left her to gaze deeply into his eyes as she danced with a stranger.
I went back to the bar and grabbed a water, heading off to the bathroom to get my mind right. I don’t know what was in that shot, but I felt off, my stomach was light, my head was buzzing, and I kept looking over my shoulder for something.
I felt like something was about to happen, like I was on a rollercoaster waiting for the drop. I drank my water and splashed some cold water on my face.
“You okay, hon?” A girl with a short red bob came up to me as I stood in front of the sink. She had on some cute boots and a green sequin dress that was far shorter than I’d dare.
“I think I drank too much,” I smiled weakly.
“Oh sweetie,” she sniffed me. “Are you human?”
I looked around nervously. “Yeah, my sister knows the promoter and-“
“Honey, the drinks here are for wolves; our metabolism is stronger,” she sighed and grabbed some towels, getting them cold and dabbing my forehead.
The cold water felt so nice, if I wasn’t drunk, I must be getting sick. That would just be the cherry on top of this disaster of a week.
“Thank you,” I chuckled, grabbing the cloth from her and holding it to my head.
“Cami,” a tall, brooding woman with long brown hair pulled into a high pony dressed in all black, came in. “It’s…time,” she narrowed her eyes on me. “What’s a human doing here?”
“Her sister knows the promoter,” Cami responded for me.
“Don’t drink anything else,” the brunette turned her nose up at me, and grabbed her friend, walking off.
“You gonna be okay?” she asked, bouncing off the counter. I nodded and gave another weak smile as they left.
I stayed in the bathroom, enjoying the quiet and downing my water before I made my way back out onto the dance floor. I passed my sister and her Greek god in a corner, looking very intimate. She didn’t notice me, it would be hard to notice anything with a tongue down your throat.
I chuckled and went to the middle of the dance floor. My head was getting more undone by the second, but perhaps that’s what I needed. I stood in the middle of the mass of wolves swaying with the beat, letting my mind get lost. I needed to let go, and once this was out of my system, I’d find my way home. Keeping my cool and trying to gain focus, I almost fell over when my body broke out in a cold sweat. I turned to leave the dance floor, bumping into a hard chest.
I looked up, ready to make a slurred apology to the man I’d stumbled into when green eyes stared down at me. Fangs elongated from the brunette's mouth, and before I could stop him, he clamped down on my shoulder.
“AAAAHHHHH,”