Chapter 14 Sienna's POV
I made my way back to my seat with Lucien.
“Heyyy… what… took… you… so long?” he slurred, and I smiled.
“There was a crowd,” I lied, and he smiled, nodding.
“I ordered a shot for us,” he said, and I giggled, trying to act drunk so he wouldn’t suspect anything.
“Sure.” I took the drink and gulped it down.
It was straight-up vodka. He drank his drink too. I knew it was time to get him to answer my questions.
He was drunk enough.
“Lucien?” I called his name with a slurred tone.
“Yeahhh?” he answered.
“I'm scared,” I said, and he looked at me with concern in his drunk eyes.
“Why?” he asked, slurred, and I felt some guilt, but I buried it immediately.
This was an eat-or-be-eaten world. I had to think of not just myself but all those I loved and wanted to protect.
“What will happen to me if I don't join a pack?” I asked.
“Nothing… as far as no one finds out you exist. Especially the council,” he said, and I frowned.
The council again?
What did they have to do with it all?
“What will happen if the council finds out about me?” I asked.
“They'll kill you,” he said in a cold tone, and I froze. I looked up at him, and he was staring at me dead in the eye.
“Are you alright, Lucien?” I asked, scared at the look on his face.
He nodded.
“The council is dangerous and corrupt. There are a lot of people willing to do anything to stay on it. There are also older werewolves who are even more conservative that will kill you if you threaten the peace of the shifter world,” he said with a serious tone.
He was drunk, but he was still able to feel dread for the council, and I could see it.
They were definitely not a safe option, and I had to stay as far away as I could from them.
They were a crossed-out area on my mind.
“I'm tired of talking about boring stuff. Let’s drink more. Come on,” he grinned, but I shook my head.
“Come on, let's get you home,” I smiled, and he shook his head.
“I want to drink more,” he said, and I sighed.
One more drink, and we're done.
He ordered one more drink, and I took the opportunity to look around, searching for the man.
He wasn't in here. It had been at least fifteen minutes. I had to get this done and Lucien out of here before then.
“Come on, drinkkk,” Lucien nudged my shoulder, and I turned back to him.
He handed the glass to me, and I gulped it down.
I finished it and dropped the glass.
I felt a slight dizziness before I got better almost immediately.
I couldn’t even be drunk for a second. Fuck my horribly strong alcohol tolerance.
“Let's go.” I nudged him, and he stood up and held my hand as we made our way outside.
As we walked out, I felt a bout of nausea. I needed to puke.
I rushed to the side and puked out the alcohol.
“Are you okay?” Lucien rushed to me, holding my hair.
“Yeah. I may have had a little too much to drink,” I giggled, and he laughed too.
“I'm so drunk,” he groaned, slinging his arm around my shoulder.
I had to pretend too.
“Mee too,” I slurred, faking it.
“I'm hungry,” he sighed, and I checked my phone. I had to get rid of this guy.
I felt bad.
“Yeah. It's just around the block,” I said.
“Lucky you,” he sighed.
“I have to get into a cab and go all the way back to the pack,” he sighed, looking at me hopefully.
I knew he probably expected me to let him crash on my couch, but there was no way in hell I was doing that.
I needed to get rid of him as soon as possible.
I had a hot guy who would be calling or texting me soon.
I didn't want them to meet each other.
Lucien would probably go tell Ronan, and then Ronan would try to use him to threaten me or something worse. So it was best if I kept him as far away from this shit as possible.
“Well, let's call that cab for you as soon as possible so you can get home safe,” I grinned at him, but I was already impatient.
“Are you really drunk?” he asked me with furrowed brows.
“Yes,” I lied immediately, but he shook his head.
“You're lying. I can tell.” He shook his head again.
I thought of continuing to lie, but goddamn, I didn't have the patience, so I decided to come clean and get him out of my hair.
“I don't get drunk that easily. So I'm not as drunk,” I said honestly.
“Then why did you pretend to be drunk?” he asked.
“So I fit in. I don't want to ruin your night out by being sober while you drink. I wanted to enjoy the experience,” I lied—or at least partially lied.
“Okay,” he said, nodding.
“Well, let me book that ride for you,” I said, reaching for my phone, but he shook his head.
“I'll ask the alpha if I can stay in the city today. He'll let me,” he said, and I nodded.
“Sure,” I said, and he pulled out his phone and made a call to Ronan.
I stood there and made sure the call went through and everything cleared, just so I could get rid of him as fast as possible.
I felt a little awful, but I pushed down the feeling.
He booked a ride and got into a cab and drove away.
I made sure to wait even more so he could get to where he was going before I decided to make my way back into the bar.
I looked around and searched for the stranger, but I couldn't find him no matter how hard I looked.
I walked back to the entrance of the building and checked my phone for any text from him, but I couldn't see anything.
Maybe he'd chickened out. Maybe he didn't want me too, and I had just been forcing him.
Whatever it was, it seemed like he didn't plan on calling me, and I had to go home, so I sighed, put my phone back into my pocket, and made my way back home.
It was a short walk from the bar anyway.
I decided to follow a shortcut through a playground.
As I walked, I heard rustling in the bushes and froze.
“Who's there?” I called out and immediately chided myself for being a scaredy-cat.
Then I heard another rustle and a growl.
A very familiar growl, and I cursed out loud. Fuck.
I already knew what was going on before I even saw it.
A group of wolves were coming out from the shrub trees right behind the playground.
“Fuck, not now.”
I was toast.
This is how I die as rabid wolves food. I don't even get to be killed by for anything important.
Fuck me