Abaddon turned her attention away from the black leather bound Book of Shadows that was laying open on the table in front of her. The glass of red wine she had ordered remained untouched, sitting on it's little black and silver coaster that sported the bar's howling wolf logo. Her water glass, however, was in desperate need of a refill. Lunar was Sanguine's well known Shifter hangout. The local Werewolf Pack called it their meeting place. It was owned by their King, Cade Davinyoung. Virtually everyone that worked here, or was a regular customer, was some flavor of Shifter.
Slowly, she allowed her fingers to hover downward over the yellowing pages. The Book of Shadows was a codex of information containing intel on various types of Demons, spells, incantations, and other powerful knowledge that could prove fatal if it ever fell into the wrong hands. Abaddon was a freelancer of sorts. Though she was known to associate with the Angelic and the Order of the Blood Cross, she was not technically one of them. She was a Witch, a Natural Witch, one that had been born with her gifts and abilities."You make a better door than a window, Doran."
She grumbled as a familiar shadow fell over the table, blocking what little light there was in the bar's dimly lit interior. It was a bold move on his part considering Aby had one of her custom silver knives out beneath the table and aimed in the general direction of his family jewels. He was an Enforcer, the Second in Command for the Pack and Cade's bodyguard."You were invited here by my King. Do not forefit your safe passage for being foolish."
Came his growling bass of a voice. She looked up and into Doran's semi-shadowed face.
Though his eyes were covered, hidden behind a pair of dark Ray Ban's, Abaddon knew that they were the tell-tale golden amber that all Werewolves possessed. He was dressed in the Pack's unofficial uniform of biker gang chic. A pair of faded and ripped jeans held a long steel chain at his left hip that disappeared into his back pocket, probably holding a leather wallet. The jeans clung to his narrow waist by a black leather belt decorated with a stainless steel belt buckle. A long sleeved black Harley Davidson t-shirt clung to his powerful chest, the sleeves pushed back to reveal the heavily tattooed right arm. Well worn black leather boots and the Pack's ever present black leather vest with the large howling wolf logo on the back finished off his look."Where is your King?"
She asked, taking her free hand away from the Book. It abruptly closed as if two giant hands had slammed it shut. It levitated off of the table and floated on it's own into the open flap of her backpack."His King is right here."
Came a husky voice from behind Doran's right shoulder. The voice was laced with a cultured, classy British accent that gave Sebastian's Irish brogue a run for it's money. "It's alright, Doran. She won't hurt me.""Contemplating it."
She mumbled beneath her breath, sliding the knife back home in it's empty sheath on the inside of her left forearm. Once he knew the knife was safely tucked away, Doran stepped aside to stand by the packed bar a few feet away. Her breath nearly slammed painfully from her lungs. Cade was alluring. His presence alone screamed with a primitive raw sex appeal.
She could feel his golden gaze burning over her with a scalding possessiveness from behind the mirror Avaitors. The Alpha Werewolf moved with the fluid grace of a lethal predator as he took a seat in the chair across from her. She looked downright edible in form hugging black leggings that showed off her curves to a very lovely advantage. A black sweater hung off of her right shoulder, bearing the strap of a black bra she wore beneath and the enticing curve of her neck. Gypsy styled, loosely laced black boots enveloped her legs to the knee. They were flat soled, giving her a lethal silent edge. Her waist length black hair was piled into a messy bun, leaving faint wisps to frame the exotic features of her face."It's been a while, Abaddon."
He said with a faint smirk. Her best friend Viktoria had been a frequent patron of Lunar, mostly due to the fact that she had been hung up on one of the Wolves from the Pack. Aby had lost interest in coming to the bar after her death and had never looked back. Viktoria had died the very same night Abaddon had caved in and slept with Cade. That had been nearly a decade ago and the stubborn Wolf had been sniffing at her since."It hasn't been long enough, I'm afraid. What do you want, Cade? Why have you been blowing up my phone for days?"
She asked, lifting silver-grey eyes to stare straight into those mirrored frames.
He sighed softly, sitting back in the chair. "What is it about Shifters that you hate?""I don't hate Shifters. I am cautious. I try not to get too close with too many people. They all end up dead."
She replied, matter-of-factly."I'm an Alpha, Aby. I can put up one hell of a fight.""I'm not doubting that, Cade, but a Shifter, even an Alpha, does not have the ability to ward off a Possession. The Beast does not understand the spiritual aspect of it. You wouldn't have any control."
Shifters were known to be rather controlling in virtually every aspect of their life. It came with the nature of their Beast. It was one of many reasons why Aby had never went running back to the Wolf King."I think there is something more personal to your aversion to Shifters."
Immediately, she sat up straighter, her guard slamming back into place."That is none of your business, Wolf.""I care about you, Abaddon. You are close with Syrus and Sebastian, yet you keep me at arms length. I've known you longer than they have."
She groaned inwardly, running the palms of her hands over her face. She didn't have time for this shit."I am not having this discussion with you again, Cade. I have other things to deal with."
She pushed herself up out of the chair and slid her back pack onto her shoulder."But you will have this discussion with Syrus."
She arched a single brow."My God, are you jealous?""You spend all of your time with him, why wouldn't I be?""He has connections with the Demon Underground and is helping me track down the Broker. Not that I need to explain myself to you.""Don't tell me that you're not attracted to him. I've seen the way you two interact with one another.""I am not dignifying that with an answer, Davinyoung. Who I am attracted to or not, is none of your business."
The expression on the Alpha's face was one of smug satisfaction as he rose from the chair and moved towards her, crowding into her personal space."There is no reason why we can't be together. I want you as my mate, Aby."
He leaned forward, his breath caressing over the bare skin at her shoulder. Before his mouth could lay claim against her flesh, a very loud warning growl came from a shadowed corner booth a few feet away. The lights in the bar seemed to flicker as eyes of a vivid red flashed from the darkness. A tall, dark figure leaned forward, it's gaze pinned on the Alpha."Back off, Davinyoung."
Aby warned before her shadowy guardian decided he had enough.
The Wolf King sighed softly, taking a few cautious steps back."This would be my point, Abaddon. He follows you everywhere you go. How could I not be jealous?"
He turned his mirrored gaze back in her direction. "You will be mine before the next Blood Moon.""Fuck off, Dog."
She growled frustratedly before she turned on her heel and stormed her way out of the bar."Smooth oh great Wolf King."
The shadowed figure peeled away from the darkness and moved closer to the Alpha.
Syrus towered over him by nearly a foot and though he was thinner, built with lean muscle, he was by far the more powerful of the two and they both knew it. If Cade was honest with himself, the other man scared him shitless."A piece of advice, Wolf. Abaddon is not meant for you. Go bark up someone else's tree before you get neutered."
Without another word, the Demon vanished in a flash of hellfire and brimstone.