After his encounter with the older women, Derrick and his wolf may have decided to keep wearing the charm, but they were both on high alert. All their senses were working overtime to ensure they do not get taken by surprise again. Derrick walked down the street to the bar, if it could be called such. The place was close to falling apart; the inside was all dingy and full of smoke. It smelled of stale bear and greasy food. At first glance, it seemed like any dilapidated… seedy establishment, but it seemed like there were quite a few rogues here, trying to blend in with the human clientele. From the bartender to the wait staff to almost half the patrons were shifters, mostly rogues, but not all of them had the same odour.
Derrick knew that not all rogues were bad, or rogues by choice. There
