Page 3 of A Love Bite (Werewolf Motorcycle Club #1)

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J ake

As the night deepens, more of my packmates trickle into Luna’s Moon, their expressions tense and worried. The usual banter and lighthearted conversations are replaced by hushed discussions and concerned glances. The rival pack’s encroachment is weighing heavily on everyone’s minds.

I continue to serve drinks, but my focus is split between my duties and the snippets of conversation I catch from the werewolves gathered around the bar. It’s clear that the threat from Elias and his pack is becoming more serious, and the anxiety in the air is palpable.

Tom, the grizzled old werewolf, sidles up to the bar, his usual jovial demeanor replaced by a furrowed brow. “Jake, you hearing the same things I am?” he asks, his voice low.

I nod, pouring him a shot of whiskey. “Yeah, everyone’s on edge. Seems like Elias and his pack are making moves. Poison, territory disputes… it’s getting ugly.”

Tom takes the shot in one gulp, grimacing as he sets the glass back down. “It’s not just the poison. I’ve been talking to everyone, and I mean everyone, and I heard they’re planning something big, something that could hit us hard.”

I lean in, my curiosity piqued. “What do you mean? What have you heard?”

Before Tom can respond, another pack member, a tall and wiry guy named Eric, joins us. “He’s right, Jake,” Eric says, his voice urgent. “I’ve been hearing the same thing. They’re trying to destabilize us, make us vulnerable.”

I glance around the bar, noting the worried expressions on everyone’s faces. This isn’t just idle gossip. It’s a real threat. “What can we do?” I ask, my voice tense. “We can’t just sit around and wait for them to strike.”

Eric nods, his jaw set in determination. “We need to be proactive. Strengthen our defenses, keep an eye on our borders. And we need to figure out what their next move is before they make it.”

Tom adds, “And we need to look out for each other. Make sure everyone’s safe. They’re playing dirty, and we can’t afford to underestimate them.”

I take a deep breath, the weight of the situation pressing down on me. “All right,” I say, my resolve hardening. “Let’s spread the word. Make sure everyone knows what’s going on and what they need to do. We’re stronger together, and we need to show Elias and his pack that we’re not going down without a fight.”

As the conversations continue and plans are made, I can’t help but think about Amelia and the danger she might be in. The rival pack’s aggression affects us all, but her connection to Barrett and the recent attack make her especially vulnerable.

With a final nod to Tom and Eric, I get back to work, my mind racing with thoughts of strategy and protection. This is our home, our pack, and we’ll do whatever it takes to defend it. The night may be filled with uncertainty, but one thing is clear. We won’t back down from this fight.

Try as I might, I’m torn between my worries for the pack and the lingering thoughts of Alex. Humans just don’t come in here, and the way I can’t get her out of my head… it’s unsettling, to say the least. I try to focus on the task at hand, but my mind keeps drifting back to her—her smile, her laugh, the way she seemed so at ease despite being surrounded by werewolves.

As I serve drinks and listen to my packmates’ concerns, I find myself glancing at the door, half-hoping she’ll walk back in. It’s irrational, I know, but there’s something about her that I can’t shake.

“Jake, you with us?” Tom’s gruff voice pulls me back to reality. He’s giving me a concerned look, and I realize I’ve been staring off into space.

“Yeah, sorry,” I mutter, shaking my head to clear it. “Just got a lot on my mind.”

Eric, who’s been standing nearby, raises an eyebrow. “You mean the human girl who was in here earlier? What’s her deal, anyway?”

I sigh, leaning against the bar. “She just wanted to check out a new place, that’s all. She didn’t seem to know what kind of place this is, but there’s something about her… I can’t explain it.”

Tom and Eric exchange glances, their expressions a mix of curiosity and concern.

“Jake, with everything going on…” Tom says carefully.

“I know,” I reply, my frustration evident. “But I can’t just ignore it. There’s something about her that feels… different.”

Eric leans in, his voice low. “Look, if she’s important to you, maybe there’s a reason she came here tonight, but you need to be careful. Elias and his pack are already a problem. We don’t need more complications.”

I nod, appreciating their advice but still feeling conflicted. The pack comes first, always, but Alex… there’s something about her that I can’t just brush off. Maybe it’s fate, or maybe it’s just a distraction I don’t need right now. Either way, I need to figure it out.

For the rest of the night, I juggle my duties at the bar with my swirling thoughts. The pack’s concerns are valid, and we need to stay vigilant, but I can’t help but wonder if Alex is somehow connected to all of this, if her arrival is more than just a coincidence.

As the night draws to a close and the bar begins to empty, I make a decision. I’ll keep an eye out for Alex and try to understand why she has such a hold on me, but I won’t let it interfere with my responsibilities to the pack. There’s too much at stake, and I need to be ready for whatever comes next.

With a heavy sigh, I finish cleaning up and prepare to head home, my mind still a whirlwind of worries and unanswered questions. Tomorrow is another day, and maybe, just maybe, it’ll bring some clarity.