I taste the bitter air and inhale the smoky atmosphere. Death ruled with an iron fist today. War took its prey and claimed a hollow victory. Lives, innocent lives, were lost... and it's all my fault. The once prosperous fields of dancing moon flower...
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Time races away, like the hearts beating in our chests, as we dance across the hard wooden dance floor. The loud music vibrates into our bones with every bass drop. Some grind themselves onto one another, while others casually sway their hips to the music. The smell of alcohol and sweat is pungent in the air. But I didn't care. We were here to forget and to have fun.
I managed to swivel through the chaotic crowd with Kenzie's help. As the night went on, we danced together without a care in the world. Above all, we danced away the frustration and weariness from this week.
As the music blared loudly into my rapidly deafening ears, I noticed Kenzie was gone. I look around for Kenz, but I don't see her. I turned every which way but there was no sign of her. Maybe she went to the bar to get more drinks? I push through the engulfing crowd to get a glimpse of the old wooden bar. A mob of people line the edges of the bar, desperate for drinks and each other's attention. But there's no Kenz.
With alcohol flowing through my system, it's getting harder and harder to keep myself level to the ground. So, I stumbled to the bathroom with strong hope that she was there, but she wasn't. I can't find her. Where is she? I started to consider the possibility she went home with someone. She is a gorgeous woman and catching the eye of any man is not a difficult task. She's done it before—leaving me to go fuck some hot guy she just met, but I was much more sober and wasn't in a bar scattered with wolves.
Ryder. I need to find Ryder. Maybe he is still here. I made my way out of the bathroom after shoving through the long line of women, and made the trek back to the table through the crowd. I didn't see him on the dance floor, so maybe that's where he was? As the booth came into focus, I realized it was empty. The only thing sitting at the booth was emptied shot glasses with lipstick rings around a few of them. No signs of either Ryder or Kenzie. Did they just leave me? In a bar swarming with wolves? By myself?
Well shit, I thought to myself. The bastards left. I hope they have a great time with whoever.
I let out an exasperated sigh. I want to go back to their apartment. I want to crawl back under the sheets. I've had enough fun for one night. As I turn to leave, I feel my body crashing against another. It was the same feeling I had when I accidentally ran into that wolf at Luigi's. I stumble backwards, spitting out apologies left and right while keeping my eyes trained to the floor from embarrassment.
"It's okay, beautiful." A dark male voice says to me. I look up to see a man staring me down from a staggering height. The amber eyes which stare into mine are dark and emotionless—soulless. Air and words cannot pass my throat as I stand there paralyzed in an unshakable fear but I force down a hard gulp. A sly smirk curves his lips as a sparkle of danger glistens in his eyes. Alcohol reeks like a dump site from his mouth. The hair on the back of my neck stands up. He's one of them. He has to be. Most humans are not that abnormally muscular.
"I-I was just leaving." I stutter before attempting to bypass him to leave. His callous hand grabs my arm and tugs me back. He leans his head down to my ear. The scruff of his wild beard tickles my neck as he whispers,
