Dante stepped into the dimly lit bar, where he had been tipped off about a mysterious werewolf sighting. Taking a seat at the counter, he ordered a glass of whiskey and began to cautiously scan the room, his senses on high alert.
"Hey, Dante!" Madelyn's familiar voice cut through the low hum of conversation. He turned slightly to see her sliding onto the counter chair next to him, and he greeted her with a faint smile.
"What brings you to a place like this? I didn't peg you for the type to indulge in drinking, partying, or dancing," Madelyn remarked, signaling the bartender for her own drink.
Dante remained silent, nodding his thanks as the bartender handed him his whiskey. He took a measured sip, all the while keeping a keen ear on the murmur of voices around them. None of the people s
