Page 2 of A Love Bite (Werewolf Motorcycle Club #1)

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As I leave Luna’s Moon, the night air cools my flushed cheeks. The bar was an interesting experience, not quite what I expected but definitely worth the visit. I like to explore new places, and I never went there before.

My mind lingers on the bartender, Jake, who seemed endearingly flustered whenever he talked to me. There is something different about him, something intriguing.

I make my way down the quiet streets, the city’s usual hustle and bustle reduced to a distant hum at this late hour. The streetlights cast long shadows, and the moon hangs high in the sky, bathing everything in a silvery glow.

Just as I turn the corner onto a quieter street, I hear a distant howl. It’s a haunting sound, one that echoes through the night. I pause for a moment, listening, but then shake my head and dismiss it. This city has its share of stray dogs, I tell myself, and there’s no need to let my imagination run wild.

Continuing on my way, I can’t help but think back to Jake and the way his eyes seemed to light up when we talked. Despite the briefness of our encounter, I felt a connection, an inexplicable pull toward him. Luna’s Moon feels like a puzzle waiting to be solved. Or maybe it’s Jake?

Nah. I’m being ridiculous. It’s the alcohol. It went straight to my head.

I finally reach my apartment building and head inside, grateful for the warmth and safety it offers. As I close the door behind me, I try to shake off the lingering sense of unease from the howl. It’s just the city’s nightlife. Nothing to worry about.

After I lock the door, I kick off my shoes and head to the kitchen for a glass of water. The apartment is quiet, the kind of quiet that feels both comforting and slightly unsettling after the lively atmosphere of the bar. I sip my water, leaning against the counter, and let my thoughts wander.

There’s a curiosity growing within me, a desire to learn more about Jake and the bar. I can’t quite put my finger on it, but something about tonight felt significant. Maybe it’s just the thrill of being in a new place and meeting new people, or maybe it’s something more.

Or, again, it’s just the alcohol.

I finish my water and head to my bedroom, already planning my next visit to Luna’s Moon. As I climb into bed, I can’t help but wonder what secrets the bar and its patrons might hold and what role I might play in uncovering them. For now, I’ll let the night carry me into sleep, but tomorrow brings new possibilities, and I intend to explore every one of them.