Dante’s POV

We finally pulled up at the club. Rashaad quickly found a parking spot in the front of the building. Angel’s enchanting scent hit me as soon as we stepped out of the car, intensifying with every stride towards the entrance. I felt Quinn’s excitement as he pushed to the front of my mind. I scanned the area for her as we settled into our usual booth, ordering a round of beer. With the club being exclusively for werewolves, the drinking age was set at eighteen, ...