Prowl X Jazz Novels & Stories

I looked away quickly, knowing exactly what that scent meant. "Are you losing your mind?" Evan’s face went pale then flushed dark red. He waved a hand dismissively, his voice trembling. "Don't interrupt us. I'm talking to my partner!" The young man who had lunged at me earlier—Silas Crowe—stepped forward, his eyes still rimmed with red, but his voice was pure acid.

*** Pawz, one of the newest additions to the country’s club scene was buzzing. The club, which was hard to get into, could hold up to five hundred people but still managed to feel intimate. It boasted of a restaurant, a café, and three dance floors which had enough space where everyone could dance away all their troubles. Pawz had a stellar reputation for top-notch local and international DJs who dished out scintillating sounds. Packed full with people, amazing music, and pure fun, Pawz was not only the hottest party spot every night of the week, but it was also the perfect environment for a dose of dancing way into the night.

Riley was the joker of the group, with piercings in his ears and a mischievous grin. We hugged and high-fived, chatting as we waited in line. “This is gonna be epic,” Jax said, his eyes wide. “I heard Lunar Howls are debuting a new song tonight.” Riley punched Lucas’s arm playfully. “Dude, you ready to howl along? Bet you can’t hit those high notes.” Lucas laughed. “Watch me. I’ll out-howl the whole band.”