Jessy’s pov :
The neon sign flickered erratically above the dive bar's entrance, casting a sickly red glow over the cracked sidewalk. "The Howling Wolf", ironic for a neutral spot where shifters like me could slink in without pack eyes watching. East side of the city, where the human underbelly mingled with rogue elements, the air thick with exhaust fumes, cheap beer, and the faint metallic tang of old blood.
I pulled my hood up, blonde waves tucked away, my alpha aura dialed down to avoid drawing attention. No heels tonight, just boots, jeans, and a leather jacket that screamed "don't f**k with me." The plan burned in my mind like a fever: Elias's smile for her, that genuine warmth I'd never seen aimed at me. Naomi.
That omega b***h with her soft eyes and traitor blood. Mates?
