Accidental Surrogate for Alpha
I’m out behind the club, where there shouldn’t be anyone else present except perhaps a raccoon raiding the dumpster.
Yet as I watch, four shadowy figures emerge from the darkness. I know they’re shifters the moment I lay eyes on them – though I”m not sure how. Each one of the rough, ragged looking men is twice my size, and I immediately turn for the door to the club. I yank on the handle, once twice, then over and over again when it doesn’t open. It must be locked!