Melody Reese

With Draven's arm protectively on the small of my back, we walked into the club, his aura alone demanding space to pass. It was crowded, loud, and filled with different colognes and scents—exactly how a place of fun was supposed to be. Confidently and protectively, he steered me further inside, his gaze straight ahead even as werewolves scampered away from him.

"You just give off alpha vibes without even talking, damn." I mind-linked him, smiling when he responded with a purr.

"What can I say? My dad made quite the reputation," he said this in pride as we went upstairs, leaving chaos of blaring music and grinding bodies...