Walking inside of the Wolf’s Den was such a strange experience. Though I’ve been working here–well managing it–it was just a strange experience being a patron here now. To experience that first hand.
Yet now, here we were being let through the club doors without having to wait for even a second. The bouncers just nodded at us and let us straight through. The bouncers were both wearing silver wolf masquerade masks, the same ones I’ve seen them wear for many nights when I’ve worked. One of the ones that I recognised winked at me with a grin on his face, no doubt there was already word that I was going to be Mrs. Herrera.
Mist was rising up through the nightclub flooring, and I saw so many people dancing through it. Moving their fingers through the mist so that it caught and moved around wi
