We wandered the crowded mall for a few minutes before coming to the coffee shop. It was very different from what I expected. The menu was quite small, but the rich scent of fine espresso permeated the air. Clearly quality and not quantity was their motto. I could so get behind that idea.
I noticed a man sitting against one wall. A large cup of steaming coffee sat in front of him. His head was down, and his posture appeared casual. But I'm a Werewolf and I could tell he was tense. His position against the wall was defensive.
He clearly didn't want any surprise attackers. He had a view of everyone entering and exiting from where he sat. Bingo. Werewolf. Or special ops guy. Either way that had to be him.
I tapped Ronan on the arm, and he focused immediately on the man. Tattoos marked his b
