As the only hole-in-the-wall bar in the shifter town of Los Lobos, the Den was packed to capacity tonight. And not a single person in the overcrowded bar garnered a speck of her interest. That is, no one except the man across the bar standing beside a pool table. She peeked over her shoulder, and her grip tightened on her beer bottle. She gritted her teeth as Tanya, the perky, blonde skank of the pack, smiled and clung to Stephen’s arm while he spoke to his friend, Wes. Apparently, it hadn’t taken Stephen too long to move on to his next conquest. Not once had he bothered to look in her direction since she’d entered the bar an hour before. What did she expect? She’d all but begged him on bended knee to leave her alone. Of course, she hadn’t anticipated he would jump to the next piece of ass so soon, or that seeing him with another woman would sting as much. But it did, damn it. Irritated with him, herself, and the whole damn world, she rolled her eyes, faced the bar, and jumped when she noticed Gee standing in front of her.
