Iron Claw (Iroquois)
The bar is located on the edge of town. Where it’s open to all species and some humans who know of our existence. The place is owned by a werewolf that lives above the bar. He's an old-timer who has traveled the world and came back here to settle down once his kids made him a grandpa. His name is Abraham. He’s a really cool guy.
Parrish and I are sitting in a booth towards the back. A few drinks between us. Honestly, I’m nursing mine. I’ve never been a drinker. But Parrish ordered seltzer waters for me. He is really good at reading the people around him. I’m sure he has an empath in his lineage.
My phone vibrates again, and I turn it to silent. I’m in no mood to hear whatever excuse she wants to use to justify how she denounced me in front of others.
“So, what
