Twice Turned by Heather McCorkle

Author:Heather McCorkle
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Entangled; Select Otherworld, paranormal, paranormal romance, pnr, werewolves, werewolf, wolves, Vikings, shifters, modern, Iceland, reaper, bodyguard, protector, friends to lovers, roadtrip
Publisher: Entangled Publishing, LLC
Published: 2018-06-25T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Ten

“The murderous rage rides on the tail of insanity, condemning any who lose their battle with control.”

~Uppskera Journals

Ayra

The rock music of the roadside bar drew me into the packed parking lot. I drove around to the front where a row of Harleys stood in a neat line. A few Sportsters and Road Kings stood among mostly classic Fat Boys, Soft Tails, and genuine Choppers with Ape Hanger handlebars on some and racing bars on others. Not a windshield among them. No yuppies here. It could be a rough crowd. Fine by me. Rough crowds were kind of my thing.

I squeezed my BWM into a spot on the end of the row next to a beautiful 1979 Shovelhead with a ghost flame paint job. Neon blue light from the bar’s sign overhead bathed the sidewalk before me. I rolled up my jacket and tucked it under the straps of my cargo holder behind my rear seat. No sense in riling up the locals with my patch and rockers. It didn’t mean what they thought it meant, but the rough sort of bikers rarely listened long enough to hear that part. In my short jean shorts and blue half-shirt sporting the name of a classic metal band, I’d fit in well enough.

My phone vibrated as I rose from my bike. It was only Elí texting yet another picture of flowers for the wedding he needed my opinion on. The man was obsessed with the arrangements. As if making the ceremony beautiful could hide the ugly truth that he was marrying a monster. The business-like manner of the text stung, a lot. I shoved my phone back in my pocket. I couldn’t deal with that situation right now.

Pulsing drums and screaming guitars welcomed me long before I opened the door to the packed establishment. Most people gathered around the bar and tables that framed the dance floor. A dozen or so dancers meant I’d have plenty of room, but might draw a bit of attention if I wasn’t careful. Oh well, I wasn’t against busting a few heads if I had to. A girl should be able to go where she wanted to go, after all. The scents of sweaty bodies and sweet liquor mingled in a way that wasn’t all bad. The wonderful press of energy made it oh so worth it. I needed this bit of normalcy bad enough to risk just about any crowd.

The air literally felt thick with it, almost palpable. Sexual energy, the energy raised by dancing, even a bit of hostile energy from too much testosterone, all of it felt amazing, like a well-mixed cocktail. It tingled across my skin, begging to be drank in. So I did. They wouldn’t feel it. I only soaked in what they gave off. This wasn’t my reaper power, just a normal werewolf ability to feel the energy in a room. Smiling, I let the door swing shut behind me. A few gazes turned my way, mostly men leering at my legs.

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