Lycan Soulmates #4: Lycan Nights [18+]

Chapter 7

Angel's POV

A strange thing happens. I'm left to stand in the middle of the dance floor, to dance with the other girls.

It's so packed already, the other bodies help me stand up straight when Sardonix and Clypto walk off.

Sardonix said he'd come back soon.

It's so dark I try to see past the dancers, listening past the deep demonic music, to spot where Sardonix vanished too.

I'm not sure but I think he is at the bar, meeting his pack who walk in from the outside. He is embracing a woman with long blonde hair, and she clutches him back.

I'm watching all this with squinted eyes as I get tossed back and forward between the moving waves of clubbers.

It's all female here.

For some reason tonight must have some sort of special discount... maybe it was the full moon.

I get moved and pushed back and back even further, until I'm spat out of the moving bodies, and my back hits the wall.

I get a moment to breathe.

I'm panting from the heat.

I gulp, and all around me, the girls all look thirsty, some are even licking the sweat off each other's necks.

I need some air to gather myself.

Sardonix left me in the crowd clearly to give me a moment to reconcile my thoughts.

I know it wouldn't be long for him to come get me, but I just feel abandoned all over again. But then something else happens.

The wave of girls who were dancing closer to the music, look suddenly distracted, as their heads all turn to the left, and their legs move left... to the darkness, the darkest part of the club.

When I look from my position on the wall, I see eight Lycans, red eyes, as they drool, their teeth bared, they're hungry – and they're looking over all the flesh to pick and choose from.

This isn't Sardonix's pack.

I watch as one Lycan reaches out and grabs one of the dancers. She squeals in delight as he swings her into the darkness.

I freeze up against the wall, as I watch the dance happen in a tribal way.

The music doesn't exactly cause comfort, only an escalation as the steady low bass rocks through the floor, and another Lycan reaches out and grabs one of the girls, no, two females – dragging them back into the dark.

I notice some females are confused. They want to be chosen, but they can't move or speak, they only stare and hope.

Seeing them, all the sluts together – staring like mindless whores, wakes me up a bit.

I'm scared all of a sudden.

I edge along the wall, seeing a door leading to the female restrooms.

As I shuffle toward it, I see a small crowd of more naive females, crowding around the door, trying to get in.

I can't fit through them. But there is another door, just next to me.

Punishment Room – Onyx. VIP.

But when I look underneath the door, I see no lights are on.

It's empty.

I try the handle and it opens. I quickly turn and slip inside, shutting the door and flicking on the light.

Inside I see the most basic equipment.

A beam.

A bench.