Lost Wolf (Curse Of The Moon Book 1) - Plot & Excerpts
"Easy there." Tap mixed a drink, sprinkled in some faerie dust, and then dumped in ice. "What's eating you up?" "Nothing I feel like talking about." "I suppose that's why you're here in the afternoon without any of your pack mates." He added the drink to a round tray with some others and stepped out from behind the bar. Tap went from eye level to four feet as he stepped from his platform behind the bar. "Want some help?" I asked. The troll shook his head. "I'm fine. It's just not usually so busy around here in the afternoons. Maybe I'll hire one of your college pups." "Just don't call them pups to their faces." "Noted." He went to the next room and handed the drinks to a group of witches. I took another sip and became aware of the loud buzz of conversation around the Faeble. It wasn't often I came in the afternoon, but when I had, it'd never been this busy. Perhaps I wasn't the only supernatural creature having a bad first day. It was a college town, and the number of inhabitants had tripled, if not quadrupled, in the last several days.
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