Lonely and homesick for the States, Charlie had first been drawn to the gay bar Luke’s Saloon because of its American West décor even though it resided in a pretty seedy part of town. He’d only wanted to find a cute guy, have some fun and maybe a little snack. They were such idiots-even for werewolves. “Maybe he wants to be a chew toy,” Scott suggested and Allen cackled.Ĭharlie rolled his eyes. Holding doors for old ladies, paying it forward and all that crap had to count for something, right? Hopefully, Karma wouldn’t take it out too bad on him. In all his ninety-seven years, Charlie rarely exposed his race, the nightwalkers. Hence the introduction of a telephone pole to poor Allen’s face.Įven with the shadows of the streets on his side, the humans outside the bar had seen their altercation, drawing the attention of the nosey twats inside the bar, too. And with that mysterious premonition tormenting him, he had one last nerve.Ī nerve these two morons had promptly raised their legs and pissed on. But hiding and living on the run after his last colony gave him the boot had worn Charlie’s patience down more than usual. He had no problem if a guy wanted to suck cock. Idiots must’ve thought they were safe to fuck in a London back alley because what were the chances someone they knew from the States would walk by?Ĭharlie never could abide with men taking out their closeted issues on him. When he’d passed the dark alley and saw the two morons lip locked with their hands down each other’s pants, they went from shocked, embarrassed, and straight to pissed faster than you could shake a stick. Maybe he shouldn’t have slammed the guy’s face into the telephone pole.ĭefinitely not one of his better moments. “What’s he gonna do?” Allen asked, wiping blood from his nose.Ĭharlie winced, more out of regret than sympathy. He and his fuck-buddy grinned at each other as the big guy with a cricket bat closed in. “Get a load of this dude,” Scott sneered. How the hell should Charlie know? He’d never had premonitions before. Yet the sensation prickling his skin didn’t feel like a warning of danger. But the weird premonition he’d been experiencing since his arrival might mean they were closing in again. ![]() After almost being caught in New York, he’d figured if he jumped the pond and spent some time in England he could shake their tail. This was the last thing he needed with the Feds hot on his ass. “Dammit,” Charlie cursed when he saw the burly, bear-of-a-bouncer coming to his ‘rescue.’ ![]() “Hey, you two! Why don’t you pick on someone your own size?”
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