Ring of Storms [1]

10.

Th chedhé ŕrí wah, th lnghbrr brrhé brre wah n zah röuh! ki! wah, Or!uh! Medhé.

┌|✧*。
Translation
✧*。|┘

The scent to draw them, the irresistible bond to bind them and in one world keep them, Fourth prophecy.

☾︎.❦︎.☽︎

Yil

It was a brazen world. Caution was unknown here and conservation was a foreign concept.

The inside of the bar was like nothing I had ever seen. The lighted dance poles were worked expertly by scantily clad females dancing seductively in time to the beat. The gentle sway of their hips and sultry smile on their lips enchanted the spell-bound onlookers whose souls had been snacthed and entrapped by their mesmerizing appeal. I myself was trapped in a daze as I stared unabashed.

The bartender, Liam, was a wonder as he performed different tricks while mixing the drinks. His speed and focus was one to admire as he expertly caught the juggled bottles, poured their contents into a waiting cup and slid them swiftly to the customer. All this he did in a matter of minutes and he never spilled or missed a beat.

Jared had suggested that I have the mimosa, a cocktail, which was served in similar looking flutes to the one we had at my pack. I was skeptical at first because it was unheard of to mix champagne with citrus fruit but one taste of it and I had understood what the hype was all about. The sweet, tangy taste caressed the tips of my tongue and as it went further along it ignited my taste buds and opened up my senses to a burst of flavours.

I was on my second flute, seated on one of the high stools with my eyes closed as I relished in it's soothing taste.

"Told you, you would like it," Jared murmured close to my ear, breaking the euphoric haze that shrouded my mind.

"Hmm hmmm," I answered, not wanting to speak.

"What's in the drink?" Zena snarled at Jared. "Why is she acting drowsy all of a sudden?" She demanded snatching up my drink and peering closely at the contents.

"It's champagne with orange juice," I drawled, opening my eyes and sitting up straighter. "Granted we don't mix them like they do but we drink it at home as well. Nothing to be paranoid about," I added with a wry smile and took back my drink. She was seriously getting on my nerves.

Zena was a constant defensive presence, never straying away from my side. While I looked on in awe and interest, tasting and experiencing what their world had to offer, she was content with staring from her seated position. She regarded every individual with contempt and she was resistant to mingle with anyone.

"So-o where are you from?" Jayce asked, turning to face me. He had been busy with the ordering of his drink and had missed what had transpired between Zena, Jared and I. "Did I say something wrong?" He asked, taking in Zena's scowl and Jared's slight apprehension.

"Nope you didn't," I replied hastily and smiled at him. "We don't live far from here," I lied, not sure if I could talk about my real origins especially considering the fact that they were not wolves. They didn't have a scent.

Wise choice, Zena muttered down the mind-link.

I'm seriously thinking of blocking the link, I retorted.

Go on do it, she dared, glaring at me.

If I didn't have a conversation with another person besides Zena, I was seriously going to lose it. I was curious and itching to know more about this world, but with Zena being the brooding, not so friendly, immovable security rock beside me all prospective conversations were shut down with a stony glare.