Reza
The bar swallows us whole the moment we step inside.
Sound hits first, music crashing through the room in heavy waves, bass vibrating through my chest like a second heartbeat. Coloured lights sweep across bodies packed tight together, smearing skin and glass and motion into something blurred and indistinct. The air is thick with alcohol, sweat, perfume, layered scents. Wolves and humans tangled together until it’s impossible to tell where one ends and the other begins.
Too much.
Good.
I want noise. I want chaos. I want enough stimulation that I don’t feel the bond humming beneath my skin like a live wire, tight and watchful and impossible to forget.
Stephanie whoops beside me and vanishes toward the dance floor almost immediately, already halfway lost to the crowd. Milly drags C
