The young hostess with dark hair swept into a tight bun noticed me enter. She took me in from head to toe and didn't miss the cigarette hanging from my lip as I scanned the restaurant.
I felt the wolf under my skin stir, quiet, calculating. Humans always stared a little too long when my temper was rising; the Alpha aura leaked through the cracks when I was fighting the instinct to tear someone apart.
"Sir you can't smoke in here", Her tone was polite but I didn't bother looking in her direction.
My nostrils flared. The air tasted like humans, fear, and old cooking oil. No wolf scents here. Good. That meant no pack interference.
"Is Viktor here. He is expecting me", He wasn't and I hoped she didn't notice that.
Her heartbeat skipped. Fast. Uneven. She smelled the danger rolling off me
