Ember was changing in the back room. The smell of a million perfumes swam around in the crowded space. Women chatted around her but nothing was really said with any importance. What had just happened? No one had ever startled her while she was working a trance. Maybe it was time to leave again? She had gotten too comfortable. The problem was she like it here. The town was small and quiet. The beach was not a far walk so that you could always feel the moisture in the air coming off the ocean.
She had found this club tucked back in the old rundown strip. Robert was a good boss and he made sure the girls were treated right. He even let her rent the small house that use to be his mother’s on the edge of town for a next to nothing amount of rent. Confirming her belief that beneath his hard outside exterior he really was just a marshmallow inside with a soft spot for women on the run. She didn’t tell him what she was running from since she was sure he’d have to draw the line somewhere.
She avoided the other girls at work and didn’t really make friends outside of work either. They could never understand how she did so well on the random nights that she worked, especially week day nights. Ember always made sure to work the slow nights, she didn’t like the added risk of controlling a full crowd and she didn’t want to many people to remember her face. Some girls said nasty things when they thought she couldn’t hear that she had to be doing other things than just dancing to make that kind of money, but there were others that were just happy to see the busier nights. Because it seems like more and more people have been showing up lately. Word must have got out somewhere. Some of them thought something must be going on between her and Robert, since he was one of the only people she would really talk too, besides Helen. She didn’t want to leave.
Walking out to make her appearance in the bar area like promised. Every girl had to too. Robert and her had an understanding though that she would make appearances but she would not do any private or table dances. That was one of the reasons she liked Robert, he just went with the flow. The man that had startled her was back at his table with the small group of men. It looked like a bachelor party, but this man didn’t seem like he was in the spirit. His dark hair was pushed back in haphazard kind of way and cut just above his collar. Big wide shoulders were hidden in his jacket and long legs were stretched out in front of him like he was just waiting to jump up at any moment. His skin was tan from spending time outdoors and his face looked like it had been chiseled out of stone with that strong chin. A smile would probably make it crumble around it. It was strange though that she could see that he had a very high heat signature around him. Actually, all the men in his group did. Maybe they are extremely hot natured and used to cooler temperatures. It was hot in the little club and with those long sleeves he would be hotter. It didn’t look like he was bothered by the heat. He appeared cool and collected. Just a tad cranky spirited.
Knowing that the house from her dreams was real troubled Ember. Everything always burned in her dream, so if it was real, how could it be still standing? Maybe it’s a different house that just sounded the same? Lots of houses in the South have honeysuckle vines. The internal dialog was going nowhere. The grip returned to her hand. That’s right, Ember thought, someone else was with her. She had agreed to accept help. It was strange, listening to others discuss something that had plagued her for as long as she could remember. Realizing she had spent almost a whole day with the man next to her was also strange. She should feel weird, but having him there felt right. Like, she was moving towards something, instead of just running away. Finding out that Robert wasn’t a regular human was surprising, but Ember was used to rolling with the punches. Maybe she just needed to realiz
“I’m sure y’all have heard the stories about Aphrodite, the goddess of love, and her son Cupid. They could spread love, but, also, lust or obsession.” Robert leaned his elbows on the bar and rubbed his forehead. “The lust and obsession part became a problem because of Aphrodite’s jealousy, spite fullness, whatever you want to call it,” Rolling his eyes skyward and waving a hand, he continued, “and her son’s willingness to please his mother. It created a problem with the other Gods. Then all hell broke loose when Hera found out Zeus was letting them off the hook because Cupid was using lust on humans Zeus found attractive a few times. I mean the stupidity of some people.”
Keegan enjoyed showing Ember around the community after convincing her that Melody would be fine staying behind in her room. Ember seemed to enjoy seeing the training grounds. Keegan knew he shouldn’t have felt jealous, because of the bond, but her not being a wolf left him a little concerned. That was until he learned her fascination was due to her love of dancing. She was impressed with how in sync everyone moved with each other. Several of the men and women training came over to meet the future Luna before Keegan dismissed them with the promise to return at a different time. Seeing the hopeful look on his mate's face, he asked her if she would like to train with him the next morning. They were now sitting in one of the back booths at his restaurant, enjoying a quick appetizer, while waiting for Terry. Ember jumped at the idea.
Seeing his sister’s submission, Keegan tried to calm himself. This was something that should have been brought to his attention though. Even if it was a rumor, it would need to be investigated. Terry knew that they couldn’t take any risks when it came to pack safety.“What did you hear?” Keegan said through clenched teeth.“I’m sorry, Keegan, I really didn’t t
Keegan tried to stop Terry, but realizing it was useless, he chose to just brace Ember and her chair. He should have realized his tender-hearted sister was going to turn into a bawling mess. Hell, he even had trouble listening to Ember talk about her past. At least he was able to focus on his anger at her situation instead of bawling like his sister. Poor Ember looked like a deer caught in headlights. Luckily, instead of igniting Terry into flames, she looked like she was, very awkwardly, patting her back. Then, before he knew it, Terry stood up and began pacing the kitchen. Ranting about the atrocities of some people. Her face was red with tears and anger, proclaiming that they’d have to go through her to ever see Ember again. Keegan couldn’t contain it when the laughter bubbled up out of him. “Keegan! How dare you laugh at a time like this! I’ll show them not to mess with this she-wolf’s sister-in-law!” Terry’s words were becoming rough and sounding mo
Sitting at the small table in Keegan’s kitchen nook. Half-listening to the brother and sister’s chatter about the budgets and stocking needed for one of the bars they own. An older lady, named Ilene, had sat plates of delicious smelling bacon, eggs, and toast in front of everyone when they had first sat down, but after devouring it all, Ember was trying to decide what her next move would be. Strange as it was, she didn’t feel like leaving Keegan behind. Besides those strange electric tingles, she gets every time they touch, it was the intense look in Keegan’s eyes when he said he would help. Ember had never had anyone help her with anything. It was always just her. Alone. From her earliest memories, Ember had been placed in that little room by herself. No one to help her dress, eat or brush her teeth. They gave her instructions that she had to follow. Punishments if she didn’t. Ember had heard screams from other patients but was never allowed to see them. The only information she re