Calli POV
I stroll up to the modern bar and take a seat on one of the swivel stools. I was impressed. Not only by my extremely hot mate but by this place. Yes, the wolves do seem a little manic and twitchy, but the building and territory itself are spectacular. Whoever designed it had an eye for the finer details and these wolves were living in bloody luxury!
I flick my brown curls over my shoulder with a confident smile as the barman walks towards me. He eyes me suspiciously, clearly sensing I was not a pack member. “Hi, no, I am not a wolf. I’m a very thirsty witch. A glass of your finest white wine please.”
He smirks at me before pulling out a bottle from a fridge and starts pouring a glass. “And what is a very thirsty witch doing in a pack house bar?”
Hmm, it didn’t feel right t
