The Meeting

Every district had cities. Cities were always crowded, always busy and bustling with activities. City life was crazy. I wondered how these humans ever survived.

I sighed, adjusting the watch on my wrist. City life was crazy because humans were crazy. And living loud was their absolute normal, especially if you were in Vernice.

The car drove past 6 9. A club three streets away from Ady's Creme Laude. Speakers blaring with nonsense these humans called songs.

Werewolves would never be able to survive here. When I said werewolves, I meant millennials and not these rotten-spoiled, human attention-seeking, new generation breeds of werewolves. They even preferred going to schools mixed with humans.

Even breeding sets of half-witted things that weren't full blood werewolves. I shook my head.

Some things were repulsive to even think of.

Vernice was a large city in the North. In fact, the biggest city in the North.

The drive to Vernice was just three hours, but those three hours felt like an eternity, with traffic lights constantly turning red every second and the relentless honking of cars filling the air. I couldn’t avoid it now, could I?

Roxan eased the car to a stop in front of Ady’s Creme Laude Cafe, owned by a wolf. I knew he was a wolf when I visited the cafe for a meeting with Kris—a travel biogenetic researcher.

Adam, the owner of the cafe, was behind the counter. No matter how much he tried to mask his scent with the numerous colognes he wore, I had picked up his distinctive aroma immediately.

I had even set a trap by muttering something—less than a whisper, impossible for a human to hear—yet he had caught the scent. But it was too late for him to pretend. When he tried fake-coughing and asked what I had said, I only offered him a sly grin. I knew he was no ordinary human.

Walking into the busy cafe, filled with obvious humans chatting, having dates, and clicking glasses, I noticed the lighting had a subtle, almost imperceptible shift.

I pulled my black jacket into place and picked up a menu. I saw that Roxan looked uncomfortable; he wasn’t used to the hectic city life. A small smile escaped my lips. “Not used to these things, huh?”

He turned toward me, his expression serious. “No, alpha.”

“Can I take your order?” a waiter in white and black, with faint golden eyes, red hair, and small lips, asked. Her smile widened as I turned to face her.

“Yes, please,” I said, handing her my order.

She maintained her warm smile and strolled over to Roxan’s table, her wide hips above her perfectly long legs. “Hey,” her voice sounded lighter than a bird’s chirp.

I could already imagine what those lips could do behind closed doors. Suddenly, the front door opened, and a silver-haired woman, face layered with heavy makeup—Mandy, walked in.

“Good evening, Sigewulf,” she said, pulling out the chair opposite me.

"Mandy, you do know I do not enjoy waiting for anybody."

“This is Vernice, Sigewulf. Here, humans wait, especially when they think it’s important,” she responded, her penstache, deliberately avoiding my gaze.

I shot her a scrutinising look, searching for any hint of mockery behind her words. Exhaling sharply, I said, “Very well, then.”

"How's my little nasty witch doing? How long has it been since the last time?" I said, feeling a bit hard down there as I thought back on my last meeting with Mandy.

"Don't call me that! I told you before I'm not your little nasty witch and to remind you," her pinky finger pointed at me."This is Vernice. You can't go around calling people witches in public!"

I allowed my tongue to moisten my lip as I watched her for a while, deciding to focus on why I was here

"Whatever you want," I raised the cup of tea to her like a toast

"Why are you here?"

"I needed to see you," I said, half telling the truth

"The last time we met was two years ago, five months, one week and four days, and it was definitely in my bed." She said, rolling her eyes

A whistle escaped my mouth as my lips tilted a bit. "Someone kept record."

"Someone has to." she was pensive now

"Now cut the whole drama. If you wanted to see me like you said, we wouldn't be here. You're here for something else, "

"I need to find someone,” I announced, forcing a broader smile as the waiter approached with my order.

“Thank you,” I remarked, holding the cup of tea in one hand as she left our table.

“Who?” Her sharp eyes darted toward the door and then back to the table.

“Camille. From the south. Daughter of Alpha Loeka. Blue eyes. Deep black hair.”

Her eyes widened. “Sounds like someone important.”

“Mandy, no one drives three hours to the city just for a cup of tea,” I grimaced.

She smiled again. “I’ll need to use the bathroom,” she said, pulling her bag as she hurried toward the restroom.

Twenty-one minutes later, she returned. A frown marred her face; her brows, scarred from over-trimming, arched into a questioning expression.

“Anything else I’m supposed to know about this Camille?”

“I didn’t think you needed extra details,” I replied.

“Well, something isn’t right. I need full information,” she pressed.

“She's a pureblood,” I said, sipping my tea.

She shifted in her seat. “More.”

“That’s all I can give.”

“Sigewulf, I—” I cut her off before she could speak again.

"Mandy, find her! I didn't drive for three hours away from my pack just to sit here watching these artwork on your face while you spill these shit to me. I need the girl!" I ordered

She stood and headed toward the bathroom.

Roxan was watching the door to the restroom as if his gaze alone could pull Camille out of it—either with Mandy or on his own.

“"She's still in the North. That much I can say, but I have absolutely no idea if she's in the city or outside of town. So you know, she's with someone. And don't ask me who because I couldn't see anything more."

“Thank you,” I said, nodding as she hurried for the door.

Roxan approached my table. “What do we do?”

I absent-mindedly touched the edge of the beard above my lips. “Prepare the pack warriors. I’ll be joining you tonight for the hunt!”

I stood up and walked out of the cafe.