The Alpha's Warlock
A warlock, maybe, because I couldn’t really place his scent, and he certainly wasn’t a shifter.
And I immediately dismissed the second man. He had the trying-to-look-expensive-and-failing necktie beloved of middle management everywhere, and a faux-brass nametag with the casino logo on it. No one important wore a nametag.
But the third guy. Once my gaze caught on him, it stuck.
Everything about him screamed alpha, from his height and broad-shouldered build to his very faintly glowing eyes, and everything in between. And he had that presence. You couldn’t fake it.