Drake Logan leaned against a pillar separating the pool hall from the main part of the bar, waiting for his brother to take his shot. The door suddenly opened, drawing his attention with the scent of humans and perfume.

“Well, well…” Blaze stood up straight. “Look who decided to check out the wrong side of the tracks tonight.”

Two women lingered at the door, a pretty redhead and a dumpy brunette. Drake smirked to himself when they hesitated at the threshold and glanced around, whispering to one another.

Betsey Tillman looked over at her mate, Chase. “What do you think they’re doing here?”

Chase grinned over his beer. “They probably got lost.”

Blaze’s grin was nothing short of wicked as he leaned down to line up his shot. “Yeah, well, if they stick around here long enough, I’m sure they’ll get found. They don’t look too bad for a couple of human chicks.”

Chase chuckled at that and, at about the same time, a low rumble of predatory male laughter drifted through the pool hall from a few tables over. Following the sound, Drake glanced to his left and spotted Roark Fallon and Glen Devlin, along with several other men from his pack, leering at the humans.

Drake’s hackles rose. He’d had a few run-ins with Roark and Glen since he’d moved to Silver. They were notorious for starting trouble with new members that came into the pack. When suddenly they stopped laughing and directed their attention at the door in genuine interest, Drake looked around again. When he saw who stepped over the threshold next, his heart flipped in his chest, and his breath came out in a choked rush.

Angel!

Ice blonde and at least three inches shorter than her friends, she stood out like a dazzling beacon of light against the other women. Her hair swung around her face like a sexy curtain, straight as a whip, and barely brushing the top of her pale shoulders—which were deliciously bare save for the thin straps of her tank top.

As she and her friends stalked across the bar toward the restrooms, she glanced around. At one point, her wide, blue eyes skimmed over his face, and the impact of her gaze sweeping over him was like a physical touch. Something inside him tensed, coiled hot and tight in that all too brief moment. Her eyes sparkled like gems in her face; pale blue and beautiful. She was beautiful. He narrowed his eyes on her, and when she licked her full lower lip in a gesture of nervousness, a tremor wracked his body.

Her tall, brunette friend held the restroom door open, and his inner beast lunged forward, straining for dominance. Every predatory instinct came to life as he honed in on his Angel and the door that was about to separate her from him. An aroused growl rumbled in his chest and erupted forth in a gruff chord that shouted, Mine!

“Down, boy,” Chase said on a laugh, and Betsey gaped at him. Sitting on the second tier of bleacher-style seats along the wall of the pool hall, she gripped Chase’s shoulder and leaned around to look at him, holding her blonde curtain of hair back from her face as she did so. “Oh, my. She… That’s her?”

“Yep. That would be her.” Chase grinned, lifting his brow in amusement.

Drake ignored him, knew what he was getting at. The first time he’d seen the little blonde walking with her friends along Bank Street, he’d nearly wrecked his bike. Half the pack thought that near miss damn hilarious. He hadn’t forgotten that day, that was for sure—his closest friends wouldn’t to let him.

Blaze nudged him with the tip of his cue stick. “Hey, bro. Your shot.”

Drake snarled at him, trying to ignore everyone’s amused look as he set his beer bottle down a little too heavily and took up his cue. He went around the table to line up a shot, knowing he wouldn’t be able to shoot pool for shit now.

He lined up a shot with the six ball, but his gaze kept straying to the restroom door. To hell with pool. What was thirty bucks, anyway, when he was this restless, when the wolf in him needed to pace? The angel of his dreams—he couldn’t get over it. On her own, she’d crossed into his territory. It had to be fate.

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