Rylee's Pov
The club wasn't hard to find; I could see the humans hanging around and some waiting in line to get into the club. I saw the men that Cameron called the bouncers and knew they would want to see my ID before I would be let into the club, but I didn't come with that, and then I remembered the trick Cameron had used the last time we were there.
Being a wolf, I could be very stealthy, so creating a little distraction, I slipped into the club without the bouncers noticing. I chuckled at how smart I was and followed the music till I got to the open room, where sweaty bodies were dancing against each other.
The music was louder than I could remember, and it wasn't helping if her wolf senses made the music louder than necessary. I felt my wolf was distressed with the music, but there was nothing I could do; after all, she was the one that made me come to the human realm in the first place. I walked over to the bartender and flashed him my brightest smile. I had forgotten to come with money and really hoped someone would buy me a drink.
I felt my wolf reject the idea, but I rolled her eyes at that; there was no way I would be refusing a free drink.
I didn't have to wait for a long time when someone whispered in my ear, "Hey there, beautiful." I smiled; she had sensed the human coming and didn't mind the approach. I turned to him and flashed him my most beautiful smile. Unfortunately, he wasn't that handsome, but I could
considered him a pass with his sandy brown hair and gray eyes.
"Mind if I buy you a drink?" He leaned in to whisper, and I wished he knew he didn't have to. If Cameron was there, I could still hear him from across the room without him raising his voice, but then I have to remind myself that he is human and doesn't share in my abilities.
"Of course not." I raised my voice for him to hear.
The man grinned, "Great," he said, and turned to the bartender, ordering a shot of tequila for me. I wished for his sake that he shouldn't try to drug me because one, the drug would be slow to work on me and two, it can only affect me for some minutes, which means I could kill him before it takes effect on me and I would be able to walk home safe and sound in the minutes that come after.
Before the drink could be served, I felt my wolf suddenly giddy about something. I frowned; it was hard for something to interest her wolf, and I turned around to know the reason for her excitement. I glanced around, but there was nothing out of the ordinary until my eyes landed on him.
He was sitting on the sofa at the other end of the room and was listening to what the handsome ginger-haired man with him was saying. The more I looked at him, the giddier my wolf became. The strangeness of it all intrigued and excited her. My wolf has never reacted like that over a man, not even to Eric when we were dating. At most, she often resigned on her own whenever she was with Eric, but this man was able to excite her. Who is he? I wondered, and then he looked up, and our eyes met, and I swear I was held spellbound by his midnight blue eyes, and so was my wolf.
***
The moment they stepped into the club, Kieran had disliked it, but for some reason, he had chosen to stay. He felt compelled to the place, but yet he hated it. The extra loud music and the sweaty smell of the dancing humans only made it worse.
He would prefer being able to perceive their scented blood than the purging scent of the alcohol and the sweat that was covering their natural sweet scent. He wasn't thirsty, but he would like to surround himself with that natural sweetening scent.
"Right here, you will meet different types of humans, but I won't advise feeding on them when they are intoxicated. You won't like the taste of it in their blood, trust me, I know," Jacob shuddered. "But, here, you can be able to find the extra sweet ones, hmm, like the one I had last week," he closed his eyes, relishing on the memory.
Kieran had stopped paying attention to what he was saying when he felt a pull to look up; he did and was met with a pair of blue eyes. She appeared different from the rest of the women in the room, and with one look, he could tell she was quite young—very young.
He had caught her looking at him, but she didn't shy away, nor did she invite him with her eyes like most of the women he had caught staring at him in the room did.
She didn't move though; she just stood there, holding his gaze, and then he saw the man beside her handing her a drink.
Are they together? He wondered, his gaze shifting briefly to access the man. He was just an average-looking man, and he noticed something amiss; there was something about her, something that told him she could end the man's life with just a flick of her finger. But why isn't she a human like him? He tried to get her scent, but the heavily coated, intoxicated scents that surrounded them made it hard for him. Without thinking, he stood up, wanting to go closer to get a better scent of her.
"My Prince," Jacob stood up as well, "is everything okay?" He whispered, but Kieran heard him loud and clear.
"Stay here," he said and began making his way through the dancing bodies.
**
I turned around immediately, as I noticed him walking in my direction. I couldn't help it but kept repeating the fact that he is coming over in my mind, and my wolf became restless again, wanting me to turn around and keep looking at him.
I snatched the drink from the man before me and gulped it down, hoping it would help me keep calm, as well as my wolf, as I wondered why a human man could captivate her interest so badly.
His blue eyes flashed in my mind, and my wolf shivered in pleasure. The man with me was saying something, but I couldn't hear that anymore as I concentrated my mind to hear the sound of his feet in order to know when he was close.
But something was really off. No matter how hard I listened, I couldn't hear the sound of his feet. I thought he wasn't coming over already, then I turned to confirm, but I could see him walking up to me in an ever-slow and steady movement, and I still couldn't hear him.
A sudden familiar rotten scent wafted into my nostrils then, and it became clear. It was a dead plant scent, a scent I had been made to learn through school to be wary of, but there was something else in his scent, something like a sweetener, pulling me in.
I didn't need to think again to know who he was, or rather what he was. I glanced up at him. I could feel the horror making its way to my face, and I noticed I had stopped moving as well. His eyes locked on me as I saw the realization in his eyes. He had probably figured out who I am and probably perceived her scent too. He wasn't coming over for a chitchat, and the more I remained here, the closer I was to my grave.
The place wasn't safe anymore, not when a vampire was staring at me. I finished my drink in a gulp and passed the shot to the man, tendering my dying apologizes and not staying to know whether he had accepted as I made my way to the exit.
**
Kieran had been drawn to the woman, but the closer he got to her, he was able to perceive her scent, a scent he knows all too well. Rusty smell that reeks off those damned Night Howlers. He had been frozen in shock, not expecting to bump into a howler or even to be attracted to her.
He was still cursing himself in his mind when he saw her going towards the exit, and without thinking, he followed her. There was no way he was letting her escape tonight, especially now that he knows of her origin.
Since he can't have her because of who she is, then there is no need for her to still be alive. He knew he would be breaking the treaty by killing an innocent howler, but then again, no one would know.
Besides, it's been a long time he has been in a fight, and he would love to have one, except that she doesn't look like she could survive a single strike from him. But that's okay; he would be easy on her to let her live a little longer before killing her.
Getting outside the club, he saw her running down the streets and scoffed before giving her a hot pursuit.