Helena's POV
The thundering bass reverberates through my bones as we cross the threshold. A dense haze of heat and smoke saturates the air, heavy with perspiration and primal scents. Wolves patrol the space in every direction. Several display partial shifts, their luminous eyes reflecting the pulsing strobe lights. Others move rhythmically to the music, while some engage in heated confrontations in shadowy corners, and many more press themselves against walls in compromising positions.
My body locks up just beyond the entrance, every instinct screaming warnings. This territory belongs to rogues. I have no business being here.
While I anticipated finding rogues in this establishment, the reality exceeds my expectations entirely. Pack wolves from various territories mingle freely with the rogues as though such interaction were commonplace. Should the Alphas discover these activities, they would confine their members indefinitely.
