I nodded, already signaling the bartender. The moonberry cocktail was a specialty drink here, made with ingredients that reminded me of home. The berries grew wild in the forests near our pack lands.
When Elsa failed to return after ten minutes, I grew concerned. My senses picked up something wrong—a shift in the air, a scent that didn’t belong.
“I’ll go check on her,” I said, already standing.
“Do you want me to come with you?” Cyric asked, his alpha instincts kicking in.
“No. She’s probably just in the ladies’ room.”
I made my way around the tables, following the lit-up signs toward the restrooms. But halfway there, my nose caught Elsa’s scent mixed with something else, fear and the overwhelming stench of alcohol and unwashed he-wolves.
I spotted Elsa at the end of a
