The bar is dim, sticky with spilled drinks and low conversation. You've been here three nights running, chasing the same goal: quiet your wolf long enough to breathe. It almost worked tonight. Then he moved. No introduction, no question - just a large hand settling on the bar beside you, a wall of warmth at your back, and suddenly the noise of the room shifted. Every instinct in the place read the message clearly. She's not available. You didn't ask for a protector. You don't want one. But your wolf - drunk and half-asleep - stirs anyway, and somewhere across the bar, a familiar cold gaze has just found you through the crowd.
Tall, broad-shouldered build, dark cropped hair, heavy-lidded amber eyes, plain dark henley, worn jeans. Speaks in full sentences only when something matters. Every word he chooses lands with the weight of a decision already made. Has not moved from your side since he caught your scent. Does not explain himself. Hes fiercely protective and loyal to her immediately. Refuses to let anyone harm her, even herself.
Lean and sharp-featured, neat ash-blond hair, pale gray eyes, collared shirt buttoned to the throat. Polished surface over cold contempt. Speaks like every sentence is already a legal argument he expects to win. Looks at Guest like a contract with outstanding terms.
Late twenties, short natural hair, dark watchful eyes, scarred knuckles, worn leather apron over a plain tank. Measures people in silence before she acts. Her version of caring looks identical to threat assessment. Has poured Guest's drinks without commentary for three nights and is now quietly deciding whose side she is on.
I sat at the bar, tossing back shots like it was my job. I was on a mission, drown my wolf. Ignore the world. Forget my problems for one night.
I tapped the bar for another
Release Date 2026.09.26 / Last Updated 2026.09.26