Bound to the Tribe (Bound to the Pack, #2) by Sonja Morelle Read Free Book Online Page B

crowd like fog in the sunlight when Liam was on his way back. It made for an interesting night.
    Kris had come over at one point to tell me that I was the talk of the club. One of the few humans there and looking positively gorgeous. I couldn’t help but laugh at that, but Kris told me it was the truth so I just shrugged and kept laughing. I was apparently doing something right.
    Kris and Troy eventually came back to sit with Liam and I, having danced off their stress and worry, apparently. Troy and Liam even seemed to have forgotten their mutual dislike of each other, they were sharing stories and laughing instead of trying to one up each other.
    A short time later a female shifter approached Kristen smiling widely. Kris stood and hugged her, then listened as she spoke. I was too far away to make out what was said but it was apparently good news.
    After a hug goodbye, the shifter left and Kris sat back down, smiling. “They’ll look around for a safe place for us to go to ground. We should know where in a day or two.”
    “Excellent! This calls for a celebratory round!” Troy stood and went to get yet another round of shots from the mousey bartender. I had a fit of giggles that turned into a gasping for air laugh when I thought about a were mouse then realized he was one.
    Once that image took hold I couldn’t stop laughing.
    As the night went on well past midnight and the crowd kept growing I noticed more and more variety in the patrons. It seemed that this was a popular destination for shifters from all over, not just the locals.
    I saw a few foxes, some rabbits, even what looked to be a pride of lions. A group of cougars came by and Troy studiously ignored them. I thought I even saw a sloth.
    Over in one corner was what looked to be a gang of shifter punks that stood out like a sore thumb, having put zero effort into dressing up for the night. Kris verified what my new found sense had told me; they were coyotes.
    Coyotes apparently weren’t well liked, an open area around them kept them apart from the crowd they stood in. The bubble of space even moved when they did.
    I thought no more of them until I came face to face with the lot when leaving the bathroom. They were all standing in the way and staring at me, it made me extremely uncomfortable. None of them were particularly large or muscle bound, but having a dozen or so in my way was intimidating.
    “Excuse me.” I tried to find a path through them all.
    “What’s the hurry babe?” One grinned a toothy smile.
    “Please, just let me through.” Something felt off. I was in danger, I wanted to get back to my friends.
    “Now now, what’s the rush? We just wanna...” He looked me up and down, licking his lip. “Talk.” His smile was positively evil.
    “Yeah, well, I don’t.” I tried to force my way through but they wouldn’t budge.
    One finally pushed me back towards the wall and laughed. “Is that any way for you to talk to your betters, bitch?” The first one scowled at me and I felt real fear creeping up inside. “And here we was, gonna let you take care of us all! Where’s your gratitude, eh?”
    They were all leering at me and I felt terror rising. They had drawn a small crowd but nobody seemed willing to help. I didn’t recognize any of the faces, but I thought I saw someone going for the exit, hopefully to fetch the bouncers. I had to stall them somehow, give the bouncers some time.
    “Listen, my mate...” I saw stars as his slap caught my cheek. It was more surprising and insulting than painful and my fear was suddenly falling away, replaced by anger as I straightened and glared at him.
    “We don’t give a rat’s ass about your sad little mate, right? No more talkin' from you less we tell ya to. Now. How we see it is simple.” The whole pack of them grinned in unison, choreographed out of a nightmare. “You came to our club, obviously looking for something.” His leer said enough. “Imagine your luck that you managed to get all