_ Calden’s POV_
I tried, but I couldn't let Nicholas wallow in self pity on your own. I sighed and left the house despite Kelson’s protests.
His location showed just one place I knew he’d be at. A club called The Penthouse.
The Penthouse was designed like a maze, and that wasn’t by accident. Dim lights and clever partitions separated the drinking booths from the main dance floor. The music was loud, the drinks were decent, but what drew the crowd was the performances that changed every week.
Tonight, flame jugglers and exotic dancers competed for attention on two separate raised stages. The crowd of scantily clad partiers moved together in ways that would make their pack elders blush.
For the old-timers who knew the secret, they could sneak away for a quick dip in the swim
