RAVEN’S POV
I drove to the bar, but she wasn’t there. I spent a few hours there sipping on ginger ale and nibbling on some really good grilled chicken nachos, but after about four hours, she never showed. I overheard someone asking about Alondra and the woman told the drunken old man that Alondra had just moved to a new house, so she was taking some time to get settled into her new home.
“She’ll be back soon, Oscar. Relax,” the pretty bartender said. The old man seemed quite enamored with Alondra. My wolf was annoyed by him, but not mad enough to kick his ass. It was clear that the drunkard was a regular here with a crush on a beautiful young woman.
“But how am I gonna tip her if she isn’t here?” His words slurred as he slammed down a wad of cash. The young woman sighed, picking up the
