Elara’s POV
The moment I walked into "The Deep Blue," the noise hit me like a huge wave.
The place was way bigger inside than it looked from the outside. The lights were low, and the air smelled like a mix of beer, sweat, and old leather. A long wooden bar took up the whole left wall. On the right, there were about a dozen tables, mostly packed with people.
Wearing a simple black slip dress, I stuck out like a sore thumb. I felt eyes on me, sticking to me like creepy invisible hands. Some were curious, some were sizing me up, and some were just hungry.
Maybe the old me would have been scared or embarrassed. But right now? I didn't give a damn.
I walked straight to the bar and sat on an empty stool. The bartender was a middle-aged werewolf with a thick brown beard. He was busy wiping a
