Page 4 of A Love Bite (Werewolf Motorcycle Club #1)

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A lex

That night, as I finally drift off to sleep, my mind is a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. The bar, Jake, the strange tension in the air—it’s all been swirling around in my head, but as I sink deeper into slumber, my thoughts become fragmented, and the line between reality and dreams begins to blur.

In my dream, I’m standing in a dark forest, the moon casting an eerie glow through the trees. The air is thick with tension, and I feel a strange sense of anticipation, like something is about to happen. The ground beneath my feet is soft, almost spongy, and the silence is so profound that it’s almost oppressive.

As I take a step forward, I hear a rustling sound behind me. I turn, but there’s nothing there—just the shadows shifting in the moonlight. My heart begins to race, and I can’t shake the feeling that I’m being watched.

Suddenly, a pair of glowing eyes appears in the darkness, piercing through the shadows with an intensity that sends a shiver down my spine. I can’t move, can’t breathe, as the eyes draw closer. And then, from the shadows, emerges a figure—tall, dark, and unmistakably predatory.

The figure steps into the light, and I see the glint of sharp fangs, bared in a menacing snarl. My pulse quickens, and I take a step back. My mind screams at me to run, but my body is frozen in place. The fangs seem to grow longer and sharper, gleaming ominously in the moonlight.

“Who are you?” I manage to whisper, my voice trembling.

The figure doesn’t respond, but the eyes—those piercing, haunting eyes—seem to bore into my soul, as if searching for something. And then, just as quickly as they appeared, the eyes and the figure vanish, leaving me alone in the forest, my heart pounding in my chest.

I wake up with a start, my body covered in a cold sweat. The room is dark and quiet, but the dream lingers in my mind, vivid and unsettling. I can still feel the weight of those eyes on me, the sharpness of the fangs imprinted on my memory.

Sitting up in bed, I try to shake off the lingering fear. It’s just a dream, I tell myself. A strange, unsettling dream, but nothing more. Still, I can’t help but wonder if it means something—if it’s a warning or a glimpse into a hidden part of myself.

I glance at the clock and see that it’s early morning. Sleep is out of the question now, so I decide to get up and make myself a cup of tea, hoping to calm my nerves. As I move through the quiet apartment, I can’t help but think about Jake and the bar, and how everything seemed to change the moment I walked through those doors.

Maybe, just maybe, my dream is trying to tell me something about the dangers—and the mysteries—that lie ahead.

As I sip my tea and watch the first light of dawn creep through the window, I make a silent promise to myself. I’ll figure out what this all means, no matter how strange or terrifying it might be. And I’ll be ready for whatever comes next.

I’m still trying to shake off the remnants of my strange dream when my phone rings, breaking the morning silence. I glance at the caller ID and see that it’s Kathy Myer, a friend and fellow reporter. Instinctively, a knot of worry tightens in my stomach.

“Hey, Kathy,” I answer, trying to keep my voice steady.

“Alex, have you seen Opal?” Kathy’s voice is tense, a stark contrast to her usual calm demeanor. “She didn’t show up to work yesterday, and no one’s been able to reach her. I’m getting really worried.”

I sit up straight, my investigative instincts kicking in. Opal Zall is a dedicated reporter, always punctual and reliable. For her to miss work without any notice is completely out of character. “No, I haven’t seen her,” I reply, my mind already racing with possibilities. “Have you checked her apartment?”

“I called her landlord, and they said her car is still parked outside, but she didn’t answer the door. They haven’t seen her since the day before yesterday,” Kathy explains, her voice tinged with frustration and fear.

“I’ll head over to her place and see if I can find anything,” I say, my voice firm with determination. “Don’t worry, Kathy. We’ll find her.”

“Thank you, Alex. I knew I could count on you,” Kathy says, relief evident in her voice. “Please, just let me know as soon as you find out anything.”

“I will,” I promise, already grabbing my bag and heading for the door.