Cade’s pov :
The bar's hazy atmosphere clung to me like a second skin, smoke from cheap cigars mingling with the sharp tang of spilled beer and the underlying musk of shifters trying to blend into the human crowd. The Howling Moon wasn't my usual scene; too gritty, too loud, with its sticky floors and neon signs buzzing like angry hornets.
But my friends had dragged me out for my birthday, insisting on "one wild night" before I turned another year older in the confines of family obligations.
I stood there, still feeling the phantom push of her hands on my chest, the fury in her gray eyes as she stormed out. That blonde firecracker, tall, curves in all the right places, her alpha aura crackling like lightning. She'd cursed me out, shoved me, and left me drenched in my own drink,
