*Ahna's Pov*
The room plunges into darkness. The air is hot and sticky. There is a brief pause before the bright lights pulse and go out again. Between the rhythmic flares of strobe lights are dark silhouettes of body's writhing together below.
Music blares from dozens of subwoofer's making my heart pound and head throb.
The distinct smell of B.O and alcohol choke the air and assault my senses. I can't stand this any more. Coming here was a bad idea. I don't know any one and between the lights, music and odours I think I'm about to pass out.
Across from where I stand on the other side of the dance floor is a fire escape. And something inside me clicks. That's what I need right now. Clear, cold, refreshing air. I start towards it, pushing past the bodies on the dance floor.
They crush up against me, grinding and gyrating. Someone reaches for my ass. I grab his wrist before it gets there and hold it in front of me. The owner of the hand walks up In front of me and presses his body up against mine. He's huge. Probably six foot two at least. He leans down and puts his forehead against mine, staring in to my eyes and exhales on my face. I cough and choke as the taste of alcohol is forced down my throat and into my lungs.
"I'm joey" he explains with a lopsided grin. Well congratulations would you like a medal or something?
A slow, cocky grin spreads across his face and I can't tell why. A feeling of dread fills my gut. It's not until his eyes harden, his face darkens and his lips crush against mine that I understand what he has in mind.
YOU ARE READING
The Hunt
WerewolfWhen seventeen year old a Ahna is taken from a party by strange men and shoved into a van, she tries to escape. But as she continues her journey, she begins to doubt she made the right choice. When a dark assassin working for the kidnappers follows...
