Alric's pov
The club music thumped hard, vibrating straight into my skull. This was the kind of place where people drank until they lost their minds, then either stumbled home or passed out on the streets of Italy.
As we stepped into the VIP lounge, the air hit me, thick with the mix of cheap perfume and cigarette smoke strong enough to choke a wolf.
I preferred lighter smokes. My wolf couldn’t handle the heavy kind, but it was fine.
Spotting an empty couch, I gestured for Ken to sit. “Ken!” I called out, glancing around, only to see him cornered by a group of women who looked ready to devour him alive.
Hilarious. He looked desperate, actually begging them to let him go. He wanted the club so bad, didn’t he? Well… club it is.
“Sir, what would you like to get?”
The voice pulled my a
