She Came From the Shadows (James and Tera: book 2)

8

Tera and I made our way around the building where we came into view of the front door. The front door was being guarded by a bouncer, wearing a suit and earpiece. He was a fairly tall man and had some weight on him, mostly muscle, but the rest was beef he had for dinner every night.

We made our way towards the door he was bouncing, and when he noticed he looked pretty confused. He touched his earpiece and said something I couldn't hear since I wasn't close enough. He also looked like he was trying to make sure we couldn't hear it, but Tera could hear it easily.

"He's calling in for assistance." Tera mumbled to me.

"Assistance?" I asked."He must not know we're guests."

Tera sniffed. "He's a wolf. He must not know I am as well since I'm holding down my dominance, and because he's upwind. He can't smell me, but I smell him."

I noticed he said something else into his earpiece as we got closer. "Watch out." She said to me.

We stopped in front of the bouncer. He didn't look like he was going to budge. "Sorry, no kids allowed." He said in a husky voice.

"We were invited." Tera told him.

"By who? What's your names? I would've been informed if there were more guests coming."

Damnit. He wasn't going to budge. "We were invited by a few guests who were scheduled to attend." I told him.

He shook his head and put a hand on my shoulder to push me. "Beat it."

Tera grabbed his hand, and his head shot towards her's. They stared eye to eye, and Tera wouldn't let go of her grip.

"It's not nice to put your hands on others, and certainly not with an attitude like that." She growled at him.

They stared longer, a challenge. The guy swallowed after a few moments, and he averted his eyes. Suddenly, the door behind him opened, and a Spanish-looking man, around his mid forties, came out wearing a red bathrobe and some jogging pants that matched. He had long black hair and wrinkles that matched his age, but they added to his beauty.

"Marcus, don't be so rude to our guests." The man told the bouncer in a sarcastically scolding tone, a touch of accent in his voice "They have only come for the fun." He looked at us. "My young friends, I would love to welcome you inside, but the only thing I ask is if you are both the legal age." We both nodded since we had both turned 18 over this school year.

The old man smiled, and stepped aside of the door. "Then I gladly welcome you both inside." We both held hands, and headed inside and heard the door close behind us. We were greeted with eyes staring at us by all these different people and couples. Everyone wore regular clothes, daily clothes. Some in jeans, and others in jogging pants. Either way, we all knew what this party was going to be.

There were people, young and old, tall and short, muscular and skinny, all around us. A lot of them were very attractive, even unnaturally beautiful, and another bit of them weren't the most lovely. However, looks weren't going to be judged here. Not looks as in fashion or style, but by facial expressions and intentions. They all thought we were here for the same reason they were here.

They all continued their activities, where it would be talking and drinking, or sitting and doing other things, whether it be cuddling, or hands in places I'd rather not watch them go.

The place was dim, but it was sort of relaxing. The layout of the area was wide with tables for sitting and eating at one end, to a little bar that was set up with chairs with a bartender behind it serving drinks, and a lounge area with recliners and couches. There were people scattered, and the music came out of speakers set up around the entire place as very mellow and seductive. It was a creepy setting.