Chapter 5

“Hi, this is Winifred Castillo at The Thirsty Dog. I think you need to come here and check someone out...He’s different…Not a normal…No, I don’t know what he is, that’s the problem. Okay, bye,” Fred put the cell phone back in the old black leather hobo bag she carried around with her. She snapped it shut and tossed the bag back into her employee locker.

Fuck. What did she just do? Was it the right thing? Fred didn’t usually doubt herself like this, but something was very strange about the guy. And not just the way looking at him made her stomach do somersaults. Crap, Fred, maybe you’re just antsy cause you’ve got the hots for him.

Shut up. She thought to herself. Gosh, she could be such a jerk sometimes. She rolled her eyes and peeked out from the backroom towards the bar stool where she left her mystery man sitting just a few minutes ago. Only now, he was gone.

Dammit. Maybe I should have waited before calling the Pack.

“Milady, I really must speak with you.”