Wolves Bain

A Prince and a Demon Walk into a Bar

                                                                       ~5 1/2 years into the future~

    "Hey Alyssa! Tables 2 and 7 need to be cleaned off! We got a full house and there are people waiting outside so hurry up!" 

    "On it Boss!" I turn over my shoulder and force myself to smile and sound enthused, but internally I want to pull out all my hair and strangle myself. I already have my hands full getting orders and running them out to the customers and on top of that he knows that my senses are heightened and all the smells from the customers give me a headache. But I guess not much can be done since we're understaffed tonight. 

   Before I'm about to go and buss the tables, the man whose order I just took, Chase, grabs my wrist. "You must be tired, why don't you take a seat." He gives me a smile and pats on his lap. I internally roll my eyes and bite my tongue. This guy is a manwhore, and he always reeks of being a player, he has the scents of 4 other girls on him currently. It's enough to make me vomit. But still I muster up a smile and say in the nicest tone I can. "I'm sorry sir, but I have to get back to my job. I hope you'll understand." I pull my wrist out of his hand and take a step back.

    He looks amused and gives me a smirk. "Come on doll. You've shut my down so many times that you know me on a first name basis. Now why don't you tell Chase what it's gonna take for me to crawl into your bed?" His gaze steady looks me up and down as he licks his lips. I have had enough of this! I take a step at him and before I knew it Kaylee was standing in front of me.

    "Come on Alyssa, Pops said we had to buss those tables." Her stressed smile and pleading forest green eyes caught me off guard. She spun me around and pushed me to the direction of the dirty tables. 

    I clenched my fist and growled. "Why did you get in my way Kaylee. He needs to be taught a lesson" She huffed and continued to push me towards the tables. Her tiny 5'2 body had to work quite a bit to move my 5'8 build. "Your heavy breathing doesn't answer my question Kaylee."

    "Because Ally! Whenever you 'teach someone a lesson' it turns into an absolute brawl. And everything that gets broken comes out of your pay. I know that Chase is sleazy, but it did it for your sake. So am I wrong?" Damn, she has a point. Every since I've started working her Kaylee has looked out for me. I came to this tavern with no money to my name but her family gave me a job at the tavern and a place to sleep in the Inn, not free of charge of course. I'm fine with earning my keep, it's only fair after everything they've done for me."I'll take your silence as a no. I'll get the broom, you grab the dishes, and we'll wipe off the tables together." Her movements and instructions come as easy to her as breathing. I mean I guess that's what happens when you've been working here since the time you could walk. I've been her for almost 2 years, and I still mess up a bit. But Kaylee, she knows exactly what she's doing. I envy her. She has a life, a plan, a future, and a family that loves her. I have nothing now, i lost everything, even my name.

    Enough of this! I mentally slap myself in the face. Standing here moping isn't going to clean these tables. I start stacking the bowls and plates on top of each other, then I stick the silverware into the mugs and start balancing them to the kitchen. "Another round over her lass!"

    I look over my shoulder to see a few regulars up at the bar raising their empty mugs to get my attention "Just a moment sir! I'll be with you in a moment!" When I turn back around I met with braided crimson hair to the snout.

    BAM! CRASH! SHATTER!

    I look up to see Kaylee's freckled face looking down at me with shock and guilt. "OMG ALLY I'M SO SORRY!" She reaches down to help me up then returns to the ground to pick up all the broken dishes.

    "I take back every nice thing I just thought about you. You still walk like a newborn calf."

    "I know, and I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so-"

    "Okay I get it, it was just an accident. Maybe if your feet weren't so big then-" I tried to mumble the second part but she still ended up hearing me

    "Hey! My feet are beautiful~" She says in a sophisticated tone. I begin to laugh but I'm cut off by Mr. Boss Man.

    "Kaylee, what happened? Did you trip on your big feet again? What am I gonna do with you" And with that I start laughing hysterically. Everyone in the tavern quiets down to see what all the commotion is about.

    "Pops, it's not my fault I was built like this." She looks up at her father with big teary puppy eyes. She pouts her lip and starts to whimper.

    He grabs the back of his neck and sighs "Alright, I won't take it out of your pay, but as punishment you're gonna buss the tables all by yourself tonight" Kaylee's jaw drops as she looks at her father.

    "But Dad what about the tip mone-"

    "I don't wanna a hear another word, understood. Now clean up this mess, Alyssa go take care of the other customers." And just like that, the big burly man went back to the kitchen. If the gut on that dude didn't tell you of his skills as a chef, then I don't know what would.

    I look down to see Kaylee pouting, I offer her a hand and before I say a word she cuts me off. "Don't say anything, it's fine. I tripped and ended up falling into you, don't feel bad." I huffed and crossed my arms. She always knew what I was thinking.

    "Fine but I'm paying for lunch on our next day off."

    "Deal!" She answered far too quickly and skipping off. Her dimples showed as she smiled all the was to the trash to throw away the broken dishes. For only being a year younger than me she can be so childish sometimes. Or maybe I grew up too fast. I sigh and turn towards the bar. There's so many smells in here that it's making me dizzy. Normal wolves have an acute sense of smell, but mine is almost 20 times as strong, not to mention my hearing. It's loud in here, even for humans .The sound of jolly laughs and playful hollers fill the air of this rustic wooden tavern. I step up and slide behind the bar counter and grab the keg to fill up the mugs of the denizens at the bar.

    When I finish, the older gentleman  with tattoos covering the right side of his body who hollered at me earlier tossed me a gold coin. "Thank ya lil' lassy. Keep the change." I thanked him and gave him a warm smile. I hear a ding from the kitchen letting me know that an order is ready. I swiftly walk to the counter and read the tag, only to groan. I have to go back to the jerk's table. I pick up the platters of food and begin to march to them. 

    When I get there I only see 3 of Chase's meatball friends sitting at the table. The looks in their eyes and the slimy smiles they are wearing tells me they are thinking something vulgar. "Here's your food. Sorry for the wait." I make sure to keep my voice flat and monotone so they see what little interest I have in them. I turn around I bump into someone, or rather some thing. Chase wraps his arms around me and grabs my ass. "Looky what we got here." He coed in my face and begins to lean in before I shove him off me. He stumbles back a bit then slams me on the table. He gives me a mischievous smile and whispers in my ear, ""Chase always gets what he wants." And began kissing my neck. I rip my right arm out of his hand and slap him as hard as I can.

    The entire tavern goes silent at the sound, and I look back to see a pissed off looking wolf. His eyes changed into a burgundy color. "HOLD HER DOWN" As if following an order from an Alpha, his lackeys held me to the table. Normally four werewolves wouldn't necessarily be a problem, but four warriors are a different story. I try to push them off, but before I get the chance Chase grabs me by the face and make me stare at him. He leans over me and presses into me. His eyes are completely black with lust and I look up to see that so are his friends'. He uses his free hand to move my long chestnut braided hair off my neck and out of the way. His teeth lengthen into fangs as he leans down. I refuse to kick and scream for help. Many people may call this pride, but I know it'll only make them more excited. I need to handle this on my own. So I growl a deep and threatening note and he freezes. His eyes go to their natural brown color, but slowly they turn into an even more dark black. He leans up to my ear and says. "I like strong woman, it's a big turn on." I snarl and growl, but he just inches closer to my neck. He licks my neck and says "You have a beautiful laugh, I wonder what other noises you make."

    His fangs graze the skin of my neck and then he begins to put pressure on my skin. The growling gets louder and louder until nothing else can be heard.  Then I realize it's not just me growling. Chase looks at me with fear and stands up straight. He turns around to face the source of the growling, blocking my view. I look to his friends and they all look like they've seen a  ghost. The color has left their faces and so has the strength in their hands, so I rip out of their grip and sit up. But then I hear a voice that makes me wish that I could disappear.

    "WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING TO HER?!?!" And before I could blink, Chase is knocked to the side by a giant blonde wolf, leaving me to look at the source of the voice. It was a passing imagine in front of me but I still saw the wolf. It had emerald irises and black scleras, the true sign that a demon is present. Out of the corner of my eye I see it standing over Chase and it snarls. The sounds that follow and the liquid that splatters on me tells me that Chase is dead, probably had his throat ripped out and is disemboweled by the smell. 

    Screams erupt from all over, but I don't focus on them. The only thing that has my attention, that even kept me from watching Chase die, is the man in front of me.

     Tatsu Atkins. The prince from the Full Moon Kingdom. The one who has made it his personal mission to track me down. The last person I ever wanted to see. And he's finally found me.