*~Unknown~*
Finally, I was back in New Orleans.
After all these years of staying away, I had secretly hoped the city would ignore me as I stepped over its border but no, the familiarity gaped at me like a leech. It had changed, yes, but the buildings were the same. Upgraded buildings, brighter lights, but the old magic still pulsed under the surface.
I stepped into a nearby bar, lifting my chin slightly, the brim of my hat shading my eyes, my arm curled under the weight of my long, heavy gown. As I entered, silence swept the room. All eyes turned to me—mostly male. Mostly wolves.
They stared until I took a seat at the bar. The bartender came out, wiping his hands on a towel, and his scent hit me instantly wolf. Another one.
"Hey, beautiful. What do you need?" he asked, eyes flicking over me with that familiar predatory flirtation.
"Just a drink, please," I said plainly, scanning the bar again. No witches. Strange.
