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“Black Angels.” He glances over at the closest cage. “Don’t let the angel part fool you. They’re not angelic by any means.”
As if to prove his point, the angel in the cage hisses in our direction.
I yank my gaze off her and clutch Legend’s hand for dear life.
When we reach the top of the staircase, Legend scans the booths. I figure he’s looking for a vacant one, so when he heads toward a corner booth that’s already occupied by three guys, I grow uneasy over the idea of sitting with strangers. Thankfully, the guys don’t look too scary, each around my age, maybe a couple of years older.
The guy on the right side of the booth has hair as blond as Legend’s, only his is much shorter. Silver metal ornaments his brows, and a smirk plays at his lips as he eyeballs Legend approaching.
The guy stretched out on the opposite side of the booth has piercings in his brows, as well. However, his hair is much darker than blondie’s and longer on the top and shorter on the sides. And he’s sporting a scowl instead of a smirk.
Both of the guys are gorgeous in a way that makes my head dizzy, but the guy sitting at the back of the booth is the one who sends my heart into a fitful frenzy.
He’s more than just gorgeous with chin-length hair the color of the midnight sky, piercing blue eyes framed by dark eyelashes, and metal rings embellishing his full lips. He’s wearing a short-sleeved black shirt that reveals his lightly inked, lean arms, and leather bands wrap around his wrists. Everything about him screams importance from the silver, engraved rings covering the fingers of his left hand to how utterly bored he looks in a room full of powerful creatures. But that boredom diminishes when his gaze collides with mine. Then a crinkle forms between his brows as he breathes in, his nostrils flaring.
My pulse throbs with fear. I’m not even certain why I’m afraid, other than the most beautiful guy I’ve ever laid eyes on is staring at me and I feel drawn to him in a way that I feel like I’d jump off a cliff just to reach him.
That out of control feeling is absolutely terrifying.
Why do I feel this way? I’ve never felt this way about a guy before …
I tense as I get a whiff of their scents.
Moonlight.
“Werewolves,” I whisper in horror.
The beautiful guy frowns, his intensity altering into disappointment mixed with the most heart-wrenching sorrow I’ve ever seen. Then he looks away from me, his jaw set tight.
What on earth is causing him so much pain?
Why do I care?
Legend abruptly spins around, facing me and blocking me from the guys’ view.
“I know you’re nervous, but I promise they won’t hurt you,” he says, sweeping strands of my hair forward to cover my temple.
“Then why are you hiding my birthmark?” I hiss under my breath. I hate being angry with him, but he knows how much I loathe werewolves. Still, I do my best to control my irritation. “Can’t we go sit in one of the unoccupied booths?”
He shakes his head. “Sorry, but I need to talk to these guys. They might be able to help us figure out why those wolves are after you, who they are exactly, how long they’ll be in the Common Realm, why they’re there—things that could help keep you out of danger.”
“You won’t … You’re not going to tell them what those wolves did to me, right? That one of them …” I can’t even get the words out, my chest painfully constricting.
He looks me straight in the eye. “I promise I won’t tell them anything other than you were attacked. I’ve known these guys since they were kids. They’re not like the werewolves hunting you. None of their pack is.”
Even though I’m terrified, I nod. “Okay, I trust you.”
He offers me a small smile then strides up to the wolves, dragging me with him.
I remain positioned behind him, acting like a scared kitten, which might not be the bravest thing to do around werewolves, but I can’t seem to find the strength to stop being a coward.
“And the legend has returned.” The blond werewolf snickers. “Thought maybe they kicked your pasty ass out of here for good this time.”
“Shade, lovely to see you again.” Legend’s tone oozes sarcasm. “Glad to see your sense of humor is just as bland as when I left.”
Someone chuckles.
“Bland? Try the most awesome sense of humor ever.”
