Ian
What the hell? Where the hell was that delicious smell coming from? I pushed through the crowd at the bar. Shoving anyone and everyone that got in my way. At one point I literally picked up a wolf and moved him to the side, finally reaching the bar.
“Hey watch it du....” the young wolf stared at my chest slowly rising his eyes up to my face. Stepping back, he started to stutter, but then rolled his shoulders back. The smell lingered around him as if my mate had been close to him.
“Lip. Move back.” Lip?
What kind of name is Lip? I moved closer so we were just inches apart, but the little wolf didn’t move, disdain written on his face, and then he hiccupped. He frowned at me then glared intensely, swayed a little. What was with the Red Moon pack members not holding their alcohol?
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