Danielle gasped at the sight of the large black wolf standing at the door entrance. He was easily over six and a half feet tall and looked like he’d be at home hunting deer on the tundra with nothing but his sharp claws and fangs. She couldn’t believe she hadn’t seen him immediately.
“Umm, hi.” She waved and gave him a little smile. “How are you?”
“I’m just fine. It’s a cool night with a warm breeze.”
Unsure what she should do next, Danielle took a few steps closer. The bouncer made no move to stop her one way or the other, but she got the impression no one set foot inside the club without his approval. Lying or flirting with him wasn’t going to work either. One look at his amused expression told her that much. She was somehow going to have to convince him to let her go in and see if she could try and find the white rabbit.
Danielle tried to look over him, biting her lip. “What kind of club is this?”
Volk chuckled. “If you have to ask, you shouldn’t be here.”
“I was out on the street when a white rabbit ran into me and then came down this way. I got curious and followed him. I didn’t think there were any clubs this far down the street.”
“Oh, there are one or two, little kitty.”
“I had never seen anything like it, but I got—”
“Curious.” His grin appeared to fill his face. “You know what they say about curiosity and cats. You should run away before something bad happens.”
Disappointment clawed at her, twisting her stomach into something painful. Danielle stepped back, knowing that he was probably right—she shouldn’t be here. She managed another step away before Volk cleared his throat. “Though you did ask me a question. It would be awfully rude of me not to answer you before you went on your way.”
She smiled. “You strike me as the type of man who hates rudeness.”
“I do indeed. There are few enough good manners out in the world today.” He beckoned her closer.
Written by Ashley-natter on 12 March 2018