Lurking in the Shadows

Isla Kalashnikov (P.O.V.)

It was about seven at night by now and I had just finished getting ready to go out with Dimitri for drinks. To be fair, although I was still upset at him for what he did in front of all of those men at the meeting, he did save my parents from Alessandro’s wrath, so I felt obligated to be nice to him.

We discussed where we were going to have drinks and Dimitri said that he wanted to go to a nightclub in Los Angeles. He claimed that it would not be crowded as it is only the third day of the week. Only sick people would party on a Wednesday apparently.

There was no need for me to dress to impress, so I settled on a pair of tight faux leather pants, black combat boots, a black lacey crop top and a leather jacket to go with it. When I got done doing my hair and make-up, I made my way downstairs, where I could see Dimitri chilling in the kitchen with my mother. I believe my father left a while ago on clan business seeing as a werewolf just tri