“I don’t have to answer your stupid questions. I came here for a night away from you fuckin’ werewolves.” She stood and pulled her wallet out of her purse to pay, but the man yanked her purse off her arm and slammed it onto the counter, then jammed his finger at the stool. “Sit.”
The command in his voice did something horrible to her. Oh, he was dominant. Her stupid body obeyed him, and she sat back down.
“Is this guy bothering you?” the human on her other side asked.
“Yes.”
“And what the fuck are you going to do about it?” the werewolf snarled at him.
The human muttered, “Nothing,” and got up and made his way to the empty table across the room.
She inhaled deeply and clenched her hands on her thighs. She needed to text her Pack for some backup.
“Are you scared of me?” he asked again.
“I’m scared of all the Rogue Pack. I’ve seen what you all can do.” She leveled him with a look. “You killed my father after all.”
The harshness faded from his face, and he dropped his gaze. “Fuck. Which one was your father?”
“Aro.” She winced at the lie even she could hear in her voice.
“Why would you lie about that,” he asked softly. “He was pretty evil from what I knew of him.”
She inhaled deeply. “I thought he was my father. Turns out he wasn’t after all.”
She could feel the man staring at her, but she kept her eyes trained forward.
“Did you pledge to the Coeur d’Alene Lake Pack?” he asked softly.
“Yes.”
He nodded and slid a menu over to her. “I’m getting appetizers before my meeting. What do you want?”
She tossed him a confused look. “I’m not eating with you.”
“Suit yourself. You can watch me eat.”
“What is with you? I’m not your friend.”
“Why not?”
“Because we are from rival Packs—”
“You’re Destiny’s Maker, aren’t you?” he asked.
“How do you know?” she asked, eyes on her iced tea.
“The eyes.” He gestured to Lyric’s face. “Destiny has one green, one brown. My Maker gave me his eyes too. Straight gold. I look like a psycho when my wolf is riled up.”
“Shhh,” she hushed him, looking around. “I’m not trying to announce what I am.” She clenched her jaw and forced herself to relax back onto her stool. “You aren’t a natural born werewolf then?”
The man shook his head slowly and then thanked the bartender, who set a drink in front of him. The werewolf tinked his glass against hers and then took a sip. “Oh hell, I haven’t had one of these since my early twenties. I forgot how gross they are.”
She snorted. “You’re the idiot who ordered it.”
“I don’t know. I panic-ordered.”
They were quiet for a minute and her mind raced. She swallowed hard. “How is Destiny?” she asked, trying for nonchalance.
