Chapter One Hundred and Nine. Dance Your Self Dizzy.
The thud of a baseline from the song that was playing reverberated outside the shifter bar. The broken flashing neon lights lit up the doorway as two werewolves staggered out, one bending over and emptying the contents of his stomach onto a grassy patch at the side of the building.
Ronnie hesitated at the entrance to the ‘Shifter Bar, ’ a wave of anxiousness washing over her. Nausea hit her like a tidal wave as she swayed slightly on her feet. Suddenly, she no longer wanted to have this night out. Her fight or flight instinct kicked in, and right then, flight was her primary instinct. The overwhelming urge to turn and run was almost all-consuming. But, the feisty redhead steadied herself, determined not to give in to her fears. It wa
