good timing;dom&elise
The moment he stepped into the bar, he could feel all eyes on him as he moved through it, head up high and ignoring any whispers. They asks each other who he was, where he came from, maybe even muttered rumours among themselves, but Dominic didn’t rise to it. This wasn’t his first rodeo with moving his pack through a town and he doubted it would be the last time.
Choosing to sit alone at the bar, he ordered himself a drink then hunched over it slightly, trying to keep to himself but when he felt someone joining him a little while later, he spared her glance. “Please don’t tell me that you’re here to get my story, I’m not interested in parting with it.” Dom stated simply. “You can go tell the other werewolves around here that, give them something else to talk about.”Â
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