Olivia's POV
The motorcycle roared for over twenty minutes before finally pulling up outside a bar.
I hopped off, calling my wolf in my mind as I looked at the man in front of me.
He led me through the bar to the back door.
Pushing the door open, we stepped into a small alley away from the main street.
I took a deep breath.
As a werewolf, I got an acute sense of smell. I smelt the mingled scents of mud and tobacco.
"You're quite bold," the man said as he stopped to look back at me.
I nonchalantly shrugged.
But deep down, I was thinking about how to ditch these guys.
As I was pondering, he stopped before one of the one-story houses.
Then he opened the door and turned to look at me, saying, "Come on in."
I glanced at him and walked into the room without saying anything.
The hous
