Lucian's POV
I drummed my fingers against the polished bar top, wondering why I'd agreed to come to this place.
The Blue Moon Lounge wasn't my usual scene - too casual, too loud, and filled with the scent of too many wolves from different packs mingling together.
"Lighten up," Ryan said, sliding another whiskey toward me. "You look like you're plotting someone's murder."
"I might be plotting yours," I muttered, but took the drink anyway. "You drag me out claiming to have some 'surprise' that would 'change everything,' yet we've been here an hour and all I've seen is you flirting with the bartender."
Ryan flashed that irritating grin of his. "Patience, Lucian. Good things come to those who wait."
Fenrir stirred restlessly within me. *We're wasting time here.*
I silent
