The Wolves Bar Los Angeles Novels & Stories

Clay pointed to the busy restaurant area around them. "SHIT!" Wolf cursed, then quickly stood up. He almost stumbled, but the aspirin had helped significantly. "Go, but please take a shower. You reek of alcohol!" Clay waved his hand in front of his nose as Wolf's entire body emitted a strong alcohol odor. "And please, reduce your drinking! You're getting old!" Clay yelled as Wolf reached the restaurant door. "You're old too!" Wolf retorted, then hurriedly walked out. Wolf hadn't planned to stay in LA until this late. He had to return to New York soon, or he would miss Zoe's first performance.

There were no free chairs, but in my condition it would hardly have been possible to sit quietly in one place, so I chose the far corner at the same bar counter, where I settled down in relative solitude. Yaroslava, where are you? The voice sounded rather rough. Counter irritation to keep to himself did not work. “In Paradise,” she replied sullenly. - And what? I wasn't going to be rude, and the club was indeed called "RAI", but... he himself said to stay in the city, so why would he now arrange an open interrogation? - Yar-roslava! The werewolf's chest growl didn't bode well. “Wherever you are right now, come home immediately!”

Wrong Lyra, the minute I walk into the bar I feel the shift in the air. Wolves, only wolves are in this bar. Well this should be fun i think as i walk towards the bar, shit these wolves are huge and sexy as hell. I can feel all the eyes on me even the women are checking out the stranger. I have never been into females but even i have to admit these shifter females are hot as hell. The bartender was a huge guy with a sharp eye and covered in tattoos, with a scar running through his left eyebrow. “How can I help you little lady?” He says in his gruff voice.

I saw before that it entailed to transform from wolf into man and vice versa. Just like normal wolves travel and hunt in packs, these people, werewolves, lived together in this little town. They call themselves the Grey Moon pack, and Alpha Jake, who’s sitting before me in his chair, is undoubtedly the leader. It’s like an invisible aura of power that emanates from him, you can sense that he holds a high rank in this pack. There were humans in this world, Alpha Jake mentioning that I didn’t smell like one. What an odd thing to say. I suppose being a wolf their sense of smell must be enhanced, like with elves and our sense of hearing.

Now was one of those times. “Bar rule number one,” I began in a cold voice. “No supernatural shifts. No fights. No exceptions.” The new wolves were still panting. Scarface stared at me like he hadn’t expected that. Jeremy’s wolves were smarter, they backed off quicker. “Bar rule number two," I went on. “You do not inconvenience other patrons no matter what you are, you're not the only ones who come here. Otherwise you get evicted from the bar, never to come back!" I was losing it. I pinched the bridge of my nose to rein in my anger and then pulled out my phone.

Third Person's POV Late at night, West Side. On a street where human and werewolf territories overlapped, a dimly lit wolf bar hung its neon sign, "Moonlit Rest." After midnight, they stopped serving humans. The clientele passing in and out were almost exclusively wolves, their gland scents heavy in the air. In the semi-enclosed booth on the second floor, the light was low. The air was a thick mix of alcohol, tobacco, and pheromones.

When they land on me, the biggest one nods in my direction and the four males cross the room like they owned the bar. Strike one. This is my bar. I didn’t like these wolves. They didn’t even need to open their mouths before deciding that. They walked with false confidence like their shit didn’t stink. “You the Alpha of this shit hole?” The biggest one asks once they have reached our booth. Strike two. This shit hole was my home. I look him in the eye. Sizing him up, knowing I could waste the piece of shit. Rolling my shoulders I easily hold the ranked wolf's gaze. I could feel Jamerson and Killian behind me ready to back me up if shit went down.

I smiled and then ran off. I hated that I lied to my Luna about having something important to do, but I had to leave the house to see if I was only attractive to the dark brown hair, she-wolf, or other she-wolves my wolf seems to find interest in. And the best place was to be at the bar. It was quite early to be at the bar. I started to walk towards it quickly hoping it was open. The bar was not too far from my home, it was only a short walking distance. Seeing it was open I was very pleased that it was. I pushed the door entering the small bar painted in a dark brown color. I saw several wolves and she-wolf that made me thought they had slept here last night are watched the entire night for

Immediately I drew nearer to them, I perceived that odour, the Wolf's odour, the guests are wolves. "Why are we having wolves here??" I required. "Wolves??????" Mr Agent asked confusedly, I nodded my head at him. "Here!" Mrs Johnson stretched out a paper to Mr Agent and I, I collected it from her and read it loudly. "Hello Mrs Johnson, we are the camp you sent the letter to, we are in Los-Angeles. You see, for you to conquer a wolf, you have to use a wolf and then if you want to conquer a very powerful wolf like Alpha Victor, you will have to use wolves to guarantee your success. So that's why we send to you wolves and not human but they can still be your friends. And well, we didn't need yo

In one swipe, I cut off the bitten area. 'PAT' She jerked back, her eyes cautioning. Good. "So you would know about Sienna too." She scoffed as if what I said was in itself absurd, "That she's from the filthy dogs, Werewolves?" She scoffs, "So is the other half of the city. It wasn't even worth mentioning." I cut pieces by piece, slicing off only the parts that could give away my ruse. Sally wisely kept her mouth shut. She knew Sienna was shady anyway, I focused my rage on the meat to spare her pretty face.