Miss Independent (COMPLETE) **SAMPLE**

Chapter 4

Picture of Blaire above^

Driving to the club was not an issue. Driving 45 minutes with Saige singing at the top of her lungs was the fucking issue. I tried to contain my frustration as to not ruin the happy atmosphere and looked forward to the loud music that would drown out her off-tune howling. I don't leave the pack house often, not since I graduated from college. I even tasked a few other pack members to go grocery shopping for me when the time needed. I liked being inside, away from other people; away from my potential mate. But when the view of tall tress became more and more scarce, I was reminded again why I should reconsider and start leaving the house more.

The dark sky and moonlight hid most of the beauty around me but with my vision the sight of lights radiating off the buildings held me in a gaze. The crowds of people walking to various locations with no care in the world brought a taste of envy in my mouth. They walked to different clubs, everyone in the groups was laughing and no one had a blank stare or a frown on their face. Having to take care of werewolves takes a toll on your life. My father before today would tear my ass a new one if I acted like these people; like Sarah's group from this morning. But now he is insisting that I become one of them and venture out to find my mate; the same man who would yell my head off for even speaking to another man past hello. The same man who would tell me that I don't need a man to be successful. He would always tell me I would be the most powerful Luna the nation has ever seen with or without a mate so he told me not to rush things.

Now look at me, dolled up and with my little sister on our way to the club. "Where am I going now?" I asked, focusing my eyes on the road ahead.

"Make a right in two lights and Quantum Paradox will be on your left" Saige explained, still dancing in her seat. I did what I was told, careful not to hit anyone walking around as I parked the car. We quickly stepped out and we were met with wide eyes from other girls, I noticed most of them were werewolves from other packs who were probably more surprised to see me out of my cave than the car I was driving; which everyone paid more attention to. Why did I let Saige talk me into driving it?

The men gawked at it while the girls looked at us with jealousy as if we planned to take all of the men's attention. My car is impressive but not anything to obsess over; it was a 2020 Chevrolet Corvette. With all these rich other species, there were a ton of other fancy cars around but my assumption is that they're all surprised that I was the one driving it.

I rolled my eyes at the ignorance of men and met Saige at the end of the car. Scanning the area, I noticed that every kind of species was here, even humans. Looking up at the building, the name of the club blinked in a series of different neon colors and the club itself seemed to be painted in black glitter paint.

"The name is weird but I understand it. How does everyone manage to get along and not expose themselves?" I asked in a hushed tone as we made our way up to the front doors.

"Alcohol, drugs and sex appeal can draw even the worst of enemies together my young padawan. Also, security and the club staff are under Bastian's employment. Demons are the strongest among us. But fights are rare here. No one wants to get kicked out" Saige explained as we got closer to the unnaturally large bouncer at the front of the line.

"Saige, shouldn't we wait at the end of the line?" I asked, seeing the jealous glares waiting behind the velvet rope as we walked up.

Saige simply shook her head and continued to skip the entire line as she walked up the bouncer. He reminded me of Vin Diesel but with the Hulk's body mass. Bastian is really working these men out. Saige's lips curled into a childlike smile and she opened her arms wide for the boulder of a man to hug her.

At first, he held up a poker face and kept his arms crossed against his chest as he frowned at her. Saige cocked to her head to the side. "Come on Ezekiel. Don't be a pouty baby" she joked with him. Soon, his frown vanished and was replaced with a beaming smile as he wrapped his arms around my sister and lifted her to his height within their hug. Of course, another example of how much better my sister is with people than I am.