Chapter Sixty-Five

Lucas blended into the background effortlessly as he stayed hidden in his usual spot; a discrete corner of the bar, his presence seemingly unnoticed by the bustling crowd except for a few ladies who kept giving him appreciative glances despite the stern look on his face.

The bar was filled with loud music, the chatter of patrons and the clinking of glasses with everyone seemingly having a good time without knowing the danger they were in; he was almost certain there were several werewolves among them and he had come here every night since discovering the truth about their ability to cloak their scents, determined to keep a watchful eye on his mate.

Yeah, he was resigned to calling her his mate in his head now.

As he stood there, his sharp senses on high alert, he strained to catch every word spoken in the crowded space hoping to pick up anything useful that would help him find the rogues but it was like searching for a needle in a haystack, as the multitude of voices blended into an