Page 78 of Sienna Rossi: Beyond Shattered Trust

She definitely isn’t meeting Ares, but to pick Ares was smart; he doesn’t text anyone much, so there wouldn’t be much of a chance of getting caught.

She’s definitely our sister. We’ve snuck out more times than one can count.

I catch her scent quickly as I walk through the woods. It’s a minute later when I hear the sound of a car engine, and then a door shutting and a car driving off.

I frown, not wanting to risk losing her. I quickly undress and shift, grab my clothes in my mouth and follow the car.

Twenty minutes later, she’s stopping outside a club, and I’m fucking drained.

My wolf wants to get back to Sienna, and I almost believed the drakaths were here.

Anger ripples through me when I spot what she’s wearing the moment she gets out of the taxi. She’s no longer in sweatpants or a hoodie but a tiny, glittery dress, wearing so much makeup she’s barely recognisable. I watch as she pays the driver before she looks around and then walks over to a car with a punctured wheel.

Shoving her duffel bag beneath it, she struts towards the club, swinging her small sparkly handbag.

It’s as if I don’t even know her. It’s hard to think this is the same girl who would want me to order her something online, and here she is heading out to clubs, knowing how fucking dangerous it is out here.

What if the Indomitable find her? She has ties to so many of us. Her carelessness could cost her and many of us dearly.

I shift back and pull on my clothes, gritting my teeth as I try not to stagger. I frown, wishing I didn’t feel so fucking weak.

She stops at the door, her phone to her ear, and I hear her giggle at something before she flashes an ID and passes the bouncer.

I haven’t got my wallet; I’ll have to find another way in. I scan the building; it’s heavily guarded. I then turn to the people coming towards the club. One of them will be my ticket in.

It’s a few minutes later when I spot a woman on her own. I walk towards her, shoving my hands into my pockets and forcing my best smile.

“Hey, I have a bit of a dilemma. I forgot my wallet at home. Mind if you pay for my entry? I promise to make up for it later?” I wink at her suggestively, an easy smile on my face.

She hesitates, but the way her eyes run over me appreciatively, I know I have her. I force myself to smirk and run my eyes over her, making sure she notices. It does the job; she blushes and nods.

“Sure, you can pay me back later.”

“Deal,” I say smoothly as I place my arm around her shoulders as we walk towards the bouncer. The bass from the club makes the ground vibrate slightly beneath our feet as we get closer to the entrance.

The bouncer barely spares us a glance before waving us through. She smiles up at me, and I can’t help but notice how cakey her makeup looks. But right now, she’s paying my way in; I don’t have much of an option.

Once we’re inside, it’s hard not to notice the air is thick with perfume, alcohol, sweat, and cigarette smoke clinging to everything. Lights strobe across the packed dance floor, cutting through the dark in sharp flashes of colour, and the music pounds hard enough to rattle through my chest.

For a second, it’s too much.

Focus.

I turn to the woman. “What’s your name?” I ask her.

“Hilary, yours?” She tucks a strand of her hair behind her ear, smiling flirtatiously. My wolf rears his head, making his disapproval known.

Relax, it’s not as if I’m interested in her.

“Dustin,” I answer smoothly, saying the first name that crosses my mind. “I’ll go get us a drink. What would you like?”

“I’ll have a dirty martini, Dustin,” she says my name with a smug smirk as she leans closer, and I realise I’m getting attention from others.

I don’t have time for this shit; I need to find Katara. “Alright, you go dance; I’ll catch up to you in a bit.”

“Alright,” she says with a forced pout before she walks off. I slip through the crowds, trying to filter out Katara’s scent from amongst the hundreds of other smells around me.

It doesn’t take me long to pinpoint her. She has her arms around some dude, dancing way too close, a glass of alcohol held loosely in her hand. My eyes flash, rage flaring through me as I push through the crowd, and I grab her arm, ripping her off the guy.