Chapter 21 Without Warning

• Friedrich POV
• We’re sitting in one of the oldest bars in the city, which is slowly becoming a hangout spot for werewolves. How they keep the humans out is still a mystery to me. The air is thick with the smell of whiskey and something sharper, an acrid scent I can’t place. It stings my nose, cutting through the haze of cigarette smoke. This place feels strange to me, full of noise and chaos I usually avoid. I only came with Draven because he’s got a way with words, a silver tongue that’s hard to resist.
• Draven leans back in his chair, swirling his whiskey, before setting the glass down with a soft clink. “So they came for you, and you just—what? Gave them a little thrashing without bloodshed or a single kill? Sounds like you’re finally getting the upper hand with Kieran.”