“We need to go to Rosewood Bar,” Lycian said once we were in the car. “That’s where Madison says she was attacked.”
“Wolf bar,” Damien said from the backseat. “They won’t talk to a human.”
“They’ll talk to me.”
My phone wouldn’t stop buzzing. Text after text. All from blocked numbers.
You’re dead.
Midnight. Can’t wait.
Human trash.
I turned it off. Shoved it in my pocket.
“They hate me,” I whispered.
“They don’t know you.” Lycian’s hand found mine. “Yet.”
The Rosewood Bar was small. Neon sign flickering. The parking lot was half full even at ten PM.
We walked to the entrance. The bouncer looked us up and down. His eyes lingered on me.
“Is she human?”
“She’s my mate,” Lycian said.
The bouncer’s eyebrows rose. But he stepped aside.
Inside smelled like beer and wolves. The musi
