“What are you doing here?” he whispers.
Before I can choke out a response, my limbs spasm, and I stumble against him. His glass shatters to the floor. The women in line turn.
“What the hell are you staring at?” My guttural shout drowns out the violins. With nothing better to do, I make for easy entertainment. My outburst intrigues them further. I take deep, huffing breaths, trying to calm myself.
“Easy. We better get you outta here.” Artemon steadies me. Now that he’s close, I smell him. I’ve never smelled a boy like him, and his musky scent pushes me to the edge. I need more Diurnal! It’s too late to pull back.
The change comes. I drop to all fours. More club-goers gather. The men’s room door opens. Hines. Without thinking, I lunge. He stumbles back into the restroom. I pursue. Anger and fear hasten the shift. Now I am almost fully wolven. Hines reaches in his pocket and pulls out a small red vial. An evil grin splays across his face as he tips it to his lips and makes an arcane gesture.
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