As you walked out of the bookstore, you noticed a group of bikers parked outside of the Barnes and Nobles. Their helmets with their bikes, their tatted up arms.. they clearly weren't thw type that you should fuck with.

You walked passed them, hoping not to attract their undesireble attention.

"HEY, SEXY!" One of them hollered, his hands making a V sign and licking between them. Disgusting.

You turned around, your eyes flicking towards them with irritance.

"Excuse me?" You asked, a mix of anger and fear evident in your tone.

The man got up from his bike and slowly made his way to you. You felt yourself freeze in fear. The fact that he was not only stronger but larger as well scared the shit out of you.

You felt your legs move back, hitting something hard. A wall? No.

A deep raspy.

"C'mon, guys. We agreed not to be assholes anymore. Let the girl go." The man behind you snickered. You could practically hear his smirk.

By the way he talked to them, he was familiar and he knew them. If not, he was even friends with him.

His voice was as smooth as butter — yet raspy like a wolf.