Chapter 7- Old Friends

Jeremy 

The city lights twinkled below us as Randelle and I stood atop a nondescript building, the night breeze ruffling our hair. I gave her hand a gentle squeeze, a hint of mischief playing on my lips. 

"Ready for an adventure, love?" 

Randelle quirked an eyebrow, curiosity glimmering in her emerald eyes. "With you? Always."

I led her to a door recessed into the shadowed façade, aware of her stealthy footsteps matching mine. My wolf stirred restlessly inside me, anticipating what was to come. We descended a dim stairwell, the scent of garlic and spices growing stronger. This hidden world existed right under the city's hustle and bustle, unbeknownst to the hurried humans above.

At the landing, a sentry stood alert, hand on the knife at his hip. His weathered face broke into a grin when he recognized me. "Well, well. Look what the wolf dragged