Alpha Barton yanked the bar door open, stepping aside immediately to allow Marco's keen nose to find the familiar scent amongst the group of strangers. The room was heady with the scent of arousal. Alpha Barton strolled in behind Alpha Marco, taking the moment to assess the room whilst maintaining his guard.
The room was full of bikers in black, various insignia Alpha Barton didn't recognise on their clothes and inked into their skin. There were werewolves amongst them, but humans also, however, the dancers were all human. It was a seedy sort of place - probably run by werewolves who considered his human workers little more than paid slaves. The dancers had a lucrative market, but there were rooms with one way windows behind the stage, clearly so clients wouldn't miss a headline act whils
