TEASER:
Isaiah felt his entire body clench with
need as the woman’s low, sultry voice wrapped around him. Turning slowly, he
stared at the outside of the small club. Haven, it was called. It was a typical
older, three-story brick building with a business on the bottom and what looked
to be apartments above it.
A sense of urgency filled him. An air of
expectation swirled around him. Somehow he knew if he went inside this bar his
life would be changed forever.
All the more reason to keep walking.
He whirled on one heel and strode in the
opposite direction. About twenty feet away, he stopped.
The wolf inside him was howling,
practically clawing at his skin to be free. His lungs couldn’t take in enough
air even though his chest was heaving. He raked his fingers through his hair
and swore again.
His instincts would not be denied. Spinning
around, he stalked back to the bar. He paused on the doorstep, took a deep
breath and crossed over the threshold.
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