"So what is the big bad wolf doing in the city?" Jezebel asked as we were standing by the curve.

"I am searching for a new pack," I told her.  

"And the old one?" She snickered, "What happened to them?"

"Left," I mumbled, hoping that she wouldn't hear me. To my dismay, her vampiric hearing caught it all.

"No doubt in why," She laughed.

"Hey no laughing!" I ordered, "This is serious and not a laughing matter."

"Sorry mutt but you can't tell me what to do, kapish?" Her purple eyes slightly turned red.

I took in a deep breath and ran a hand through my hair. Lately women have been disobeying me. And I don't like it one bit. Jezebel stuck her hand out and in a few seconds a taxi cab appeared.

"Take us to downtown," She handed the driver some cash as we squeezed in into the back.

The drive was the most hurling ride I ever been to. My stomach tossed and turned as the driver made sharp turns and abrupt stops. I would slide in my seat towards Jezebel and towards my window, once or twice slamming my face on the glass and brushing my shoulder with Jezebel's. I didn't even have enough time to buckle up.

"Are you trying to kill us?!" I gasped at the driver, not once, did he turn around to appreciate our presence. I was on the verge of vomiting when finally we arrived. My legs wobbled as I got out from the car and my hands shook. I was lucky I did not vomit in the cab but not so lucky to be vomiting in the middle of crowd of people walking by.

"Gross!" A woman walking by with her child, gasped in disgust and sped off.

A few people stopped and stared as I hurled everything out from my stomach.

"Hey mind your bees waxes!" Jezebel got to my defense, "Never seen someone puke before?!"

I was on my knees. I watched all of my contents be poured out as I puked more out when I kept staring at it. It was just so disgusting...

"Move along nothing to see here!" She shooed the watching people away. She quickly got to my side and pulled me up by the arm, "Alright dude hold your stomach you are starting to gross me out too."

"It's not my fault!" I wiped my mouth with my sleeve and didn't dare look down at my feet.

"I am starting to doubt you are even alpha," She crossed her arms over her chest.

"I didn't want you to tag along just to judge me."

"Then prove me you are tough enough for this quest."

I couldn't believe a woman was telling me this. I usually had Mathews to do all the hard work for me. Maybe I have grown a little bit too soft. I stood up tall and started to walk away. I could do this with or without Jezebel's help.

"Hey you're going the wrong way mutt," Jezebel trotted behind me.

"I know where I am going."

Small snowflakes drizzled down on us as I kept on walking. All of this adventure was making me thirsty. Jezebel kept following me making me have a small relief that I won't be doing this alone. It was hard to admit but I actually needed her help. Here in the city I was lost and it was hard for me to fit in. We walked along until I stopped in front of a building that was hard not to see. La Barra Felice Lupo glowed in neon colors as the sun was slowly going away.

"A bar? Seriously?" Jezebel frowned by my side.

"Not just any bar," I smirked, "It says happy wolf and boy do I need it," I pushed the glass door, walking in.

Inside was dark as black with just a few dark neon colors showing us where to walk.

"I have a bad feeling of this," Jezebel was rubbing her arms.

"It's a bar. What can go wrong?"

"Plenty," She walked next to me, "With you anything stupid can happen."

I ignored her rude remark and pushed some red curtains to the side, finally to be where the party was at. Lights flashed everywhere and music blasted from every single damned corner. I started to walk in between dancing bodies with Jezebel and finally arrived at the bar stand. I wasn't much of a drinker but today I felt like it was the day.

"One shot of grappa for me and for the lady-"

"Nothing. I'm not thirsty," She gave me her back and grumbled.

"Very well then, just for me," I snapped my fingers at the bartender lady.

The bartender checked me out and cocked an eyebrow as she gave me her back. As she was busy, Jezebel sat on the stool next to me.

"No wonder your pack has left."

"What are you telling me?" I frowned.

"While you are here in this cheap lame-o bar, you show not so ever a drop of worry that you left everything behind."

"I am worried."

"Then what the hell are you doing here?!" Jezebel snapped.

My drink slid across the counter to land right in my hands. A shot wasn't enough for me to drown away all of my feelings. I signaled the bartender lady and ordered the whole bottle instead.

"See what I am talking about?"

"And how does this affects you? I barely just meet you and you seem like you've known me for your whole life," I started to chug down my alcoholic drink.

"I should of have left you to die back there," She hissed.

"Then what are you complaining for? Just leave me alone," I shot her a glare.

Of course I didn't want her to leave me but I couldn't see what she was seeing. A had problems after problems soaring in my head. The only real reason I came to the city was to cheat on my woman. 

Yes cheat. 

Being married to my own mate for ten years have done no good to me. I was being pulled down by my tail by my woman. I wanted to be free, in power, and over all the brave one. I don't know what happened to the bad boy me in high school. Whatever happened to him, was gone. I started to chug from the bottle making the clear liquid, messily, drip from my lips. It stung my taste buds but either way it did feel good. My head was going numb by the time Jezebel left from my side. Of course she wouldn't stay with me. Well look in the positive side, I cheated my wife with a bottle of grappa.  

I left no drop yet I wanted more.

I just wanted to wash my pains away.

Pains which I am starting to get because I left my Brittany.

I faced the empty bottle and laid my head on the counter.

"Hey there," a soft voice spoke.

A woman sat on the stool next to me. She had soft brown hair and had the lightest brown eyes I ever seen. Tattoos lined both of her arms and inked on her cleavage. Overall she was beautiful and my eyes couldn't stop staring at her bright pink lips.

"Hey," I smirked.

"What are you doing here...alone," she smirked.

"I could ask you the same thing," My voice went deep.

"I asked first though," She scooted her seat closer to me.

Her moves sparked my interests.

Finally a woman who couldn't resist me...

She placed a hand on top of mine and gave me a wink. I dazzled back at her with one of my perfect winks. Our minds made a connection in the moment. She pulled out from her handbag a package of cigarettes and gave me one.

Oh how I needed one.

Without waiting for more, I lit it and blew a puff of smoke into the air. At that instance something hit me. It was like cupid with his freaking arrows that one missed and landed on me. On the back of me head.

"Argh what the hell?!" My face hit the counter.

Jezebel stood behind me.

Something in the way her purple eyes burned, made me smirk. She sat on my other side with her arms over her chest.

"I knew you couldn't resist me." I grinned.

"Resist? Ew no more like I couldn't leave you," she rolled her eyes, "I can not allow you reveal yourself," she whispered the last part.

"I think I am fitting in pretty well," I winked again at the woman on my other side.

"Like a big fucking idiot," Jezebel mumbled.

"That's it," I slammed a fist on the counter and glared into her eyes, "What is it with you and insulting me?"

"You don't give yourself the respect you deserve."

The woman next to me watched us with spark in her eyes as Jezebel and I spoke.

"I make respect. Like it or not I am al-"

"I know, I know, I know," She slapped a hand on my mouth, "But I am not one of you understood?" She let go of her hand from my mouth and crossed her arms over her chest.

I swear women are hard to understand. Why couldn't she just leave me alone if I seem to be a bother to her?

"Because...I'm lonely," she read my mind giving up a weak smile. From the looks of it, smiling was not her thing. "Believe it or not," she went, "You remind me of my little brother. Stupid, stubborn, funny, lost, confused..." She trailed off and her purple eyes went dark and quickly, she changed the topic. "The point is, even if you are hella annoying, I feel the need to help you. Starting by keeping you away from this chick."

"Oh wowwww...well thanks for showing you care," I huffed.

"Well I'm sorry you don't like my attitude but like it or not I am going to help you. Besides, since you are fucking stupid for all I know you will reveal all of us supernatural creatures. So yeah I am not just doing this just to save your fucking ass reputation." she placed a hand on top of mine.

And there was the insults again.

So she had a hard time showing sympathy. Either way I hid my emotions from her. I was glad I am not alone and who know maybe....

"Ahem," the hot woman next to me cleared her throat.

Jezebel's cold hand left from mine and quickly she stood up.

"Um how about we get the hell out from here and find you a stinking pack?" Jezebel suggested with a smirk.

I gave her a nod and looked for my wallet to pay.

"Let me pay." Jezebel pulled out cash rolled up.

"Oh no I will pay."

"I insist."

"Well I insist you not to," I searched in my pockets and shot my hand out.

My world slowly went in slow motion. A red light spotlighted down on me as my hand in slow motion was going down. The ones near me flashed Joker faces and pointed laughing fingers at me. With my other hand I tried pulling back the other one but it was too late. My face went red.

Red like the boxer I just laid down on the counter.

"Aww is this where you keep your money in this little cute hole here," The woman who was next to me held my boxer in the air for the whole world to see.

I felt my whole face burn in embarrassment.

And anger.

I thought she liked me but instead she dropped her hidden mask and revealed the mean side of her.

"And your face," she smirked with a flutter of her eyes, "You match." She flung it at the few people behind me that reached to catch the flying boxer in the air like the bride when she throws her flowers back at the single ladies.

A random woman caught it and clutched it for her dear life. 

For once I felt I was in the shoes of a woman. Whenever their feelings get hurt, they run off in tears.

 I ran off in humiliation.

*****

"WHYYYY!"

"SIMON?!"

"FUCKING LEAVE ME ALONE!"

"THE FUCK COME OUT WILL YOU?!"

I unlocked the stall's door to see a fuming Jezebel. Her hand quickly went up and slapped me right in the cheek.

"WHAT THE HELL FOR?!" I snarled and grabbed her by the wrists. I rammed her back against the wall, making her long black hair cover her face. Around me, silence consumed us except for Jezebel's uneven breathing.

"If only you were strong like this in front of everyone else," One of her purple eyes looked up at me.

My hands let go of her wrists and I took a step back. The last time I did something like this was inside the janitor's closet in high school to Angie. I remembered how her body collapsed from my arms and her light brown eyes closed. My hands were shaking.

"Are you okay?" Jezebel stared at my hands.

I shot her a glare and locked myself in the stall again.

I thought we were friends...

"I only want to help you," Jezebel stood on tip toes to look over the stall's door.

"Why for? All you have shown me is that I annoy you in so many ways. I don't blame you though because I know I am annoying as fuck," I pulled down the toilet lid and sat with a sigh.

"Not entirely  true," a poof of smoke happened and suddenly she appeared in front of me. I quickly stood up and gawked.

"How did you-"

"I know you could do so much better. This what you have been doing, is going to get you killed by the humans. Even so werewolves and vampires don't get along so well, I believe we can. Lets make you into the big bad wolf that you need to be," She placed a hand on my shoulder.

Lately I don't know what the hell has been going on with me. I used to be the big bad alpha and now I'm not so sure. I blame Brittany for all of this vulnerability I was going through. I looked up at Jezebel and couldn't help but to thank her.

"T-Thank you," It came out in a mutter.

It was really hard to say that foreign word. It was difficult to admit that I needed help specifically from a girl that I just known for a few hours. She just smirked and opened the stall's door. Together we walked out to see a random guy zipping his pants back up from using the urinal. 

So maybe Jezebel forgot she was in the men's restroom.

We ignored the random guy as I went to the sink to wash my face. I splashed water on my face as Jezebel stood behind me and frowned.

"Are you crying?" She asked.

"What no! I-It's the water," I lied.

Okay maybe I was crying but it was the last tears for sure. I just can't help but to remember the woman who made fun of me in front of the whole bar.

"Here," Jezebel handed me something to dry my face.

"Thanks," I took it and patted my face dry. A scowl crossed my features as I recognized the thing I was drying my face with.

"Seriously?" I gritted my teeth and tossed my boxer in the trash.

"Hey it took a lot of effort to get it back," Jezebel mumbled.

The random guy who was done pissing, stared at us as he washed his hands.

"I'm just passing by," she smirked at the man and together we walked out from the men's restroom.

The woman who sat with me earlier and humiliated me in front of everyone, was dancing and drinking with some random guy, swaying her hips side to side. Her brown eyes meet mine and right there standing in the center like a fool, I remembered who she is.

who she was.

"Angie?" Her name left from my lips.