The Wild Hunt

Part 12 Escalation

Two full weeks passed with no visit from sheriff Mitchel, in the land of normal people, we might assume that the trouble had passed, for the pack it meant that Lucian was waiting for the right time to strike and Mitchel was waiting to blame it on the club. I had spoken to Michael about the whole situation. I had thought Maybe he was causing the pack so much trouble because of the scar I had given him, or because I had survived. Michael dismissed it immediately, he said "even if it was something to do with you, your problem, is a pack problem."

I felt better about it after that, but that didn't change what we were all waiting for.

It was a Wednesday night, normally quite busy in the Den, the football was on and most of the regulars were yelling at the TV, I wasn't paying much attention, Football was never my thing. Add to the fact that Bonnie was cleaning tables in a pair of denim shorts, and a tight black T-shirt. That was more than enough to divert my attention. She leaned over the table and the wolf inside pushed outward, urging me to leap over the bar and take her, customer's be damned. On cue Bonnie looked back over her shoulder and winked, she knew exactly what she was doing, she had smiled at me earlier in the evening as we left my trailer to start our shift.

"How am I supposed to get any work done with you looking like that?" I had said.

She just smiled and smacked her ass before walking away.

The regulars went crazy as whatever team they were cheering for, scored a touchdown. Then I was snapped out of my daze by someone banging the bar with an empty bottle. It Was Laynie, since our little misunderstanding she had been in almost every night. She drank with the regulars and had become friendly with some of the more sociable Club members. She even drank with Michael and Kelly when they were in. That night they were sat in the VIP section working on the books.

"I need another, and you need a mop and bucket." she said as I approached.

I looked over the bar at the floor.

"What for?" I asked confused.

"For the trail of drool you've left behind you." she said bursting into a fit of laughter.

My face burned and I Felt it turning red.

"Ha ha!" I said handing her another bottle of Bud light and taking her cash.

"Mind you, I'm straight, but if that girl looked my way I may need that mop and bucket myself." she grinned at me, and we both laughed.

In the corner of my eyes I could see Bonnie grinning, our wolf senses made it hard to miss anything.

It was near to closing time, some of the crowd had cleared out but there were still a few stragglers finishing up their drinks. I rang the bell for last call. Both Bonnie and Buck called out for another, they were sitting with each other at the end of the bar and I had to wonder if I was going to be driving them both home. It happened quite regularly, but Michael Said that if someone got hurt on their way home, Sheriff Mitchel would somehow find a way to make it our fault, so when we were able we would try to drive people home. It was probably the reason a lot of them came back. There was another bar in town called the King Henry, they served food and were open during the day, they closed around 11pm but it was mostly the older, retired people in town that went there, that and family's.

As I finished counting up the cash for the night, Bonnie brought the last of the glasses to the cleaner. Then counted her tips, I laughed,

"I guess those shorts worked out for you."

She continued counting and shrugged her shoulders.

"You didn't think I wore the just for Your benefit did you?" She said while pocketing her cash and heading into the back room.