Serenity
After that first night, the wolves came back every so often to spend time with me. It made my life significantly more bearable. Their intentions were never s****l in nature. They seemed to only want to hear stories of my travels or where I had grown up. The men would lounge around my room sipping beer and listening to my tales of far-off places from long ago. After their third visit, I learned their names. There was Xander, the dark-haired man with olive skin. Apparently, his grandmother had migrated over from Greece. The man with soft brown eyes and chocolate-brown hair was Rhodes. His family had moved from Texas several years ago. Then there was Dakota, who’s dark chocolate skin and mesmerizing blue eyes had all the women in the bar drooling over him. He wasn’t interested in a
