Note for this chapter - my werewolves have a non-stereotypical trait in that they're not allergic to silver, instead they are allergic to iron. I've decided that my werewolves are a species of fey/Faery so iron is more logical then silver.
Thanks yet again to you guys that are still reading this and giving me comments and encouragement! It means a lot and please keep doing so.
CHAPTER SEVEN
RAUL
"Double Jack D and coke." The dark brown haired wolf shouted over the music and the din of the crowd that filled the pub, sliding Raul the money across the bar. Raul nodded to show he'd heard the order and began preparing it as he surreptitiously checked out the wolf. At 6'4 he was taller then Koen, his shoulders and chest were wider, packed with muscle, as were his legs and arms. He was young, Koen's age and attractive in a bad boy way, he was big and brawny reminding Raul of a sailor from another time or a heavy weight boxer. His dark brown hair was short with barely enough length to show a natural curl, his skin was a dark olive with only a short goatee on his clean shaved face. His pale green eyes were identical to Koen's, as was the controlled, cool expression in them. His face held similarities to Koen's but his features were harsher, as if a heavier hand was used to carve his features then Koen. But his mouth was the same, the same red sensual looking lips would soften his face a little if the 'wolf smiled or relaxed. If his sheer size and forbidding expression didn't stop you then his aura of tightly leashed strength and violence would. Raul shot the 'wolf he knew from Koen as Reynard his drink and handed him back his change. Koen's half brother inclined his head in a curt thank you gesture and turned his back to listen to the band. The band up there wasn't Koen's, they were a reggae band called Kenny and the Dudes and were popular enough to draw big crowds into the pub on Friday nights. Raul was no exception to the crowd, he too felt himself humming away to the catchy beat and lyrics, the particular song they were hearing was called Surfing the Tide and was one he knew well from the band's gigs here. When the song draw to a close and the last ringing notes had faded into the smoky, hot air surrounding them the lead singer, a big mixed race guy with dreads announced the band would be going on a short break and would be back in fifteen minutes.
"Why are you looking for Koen Reynard?" Raul asked bluntly, deciding that he'd have to go with the risky option if he was going to get anywhere with his inquiries.
"What did you call me?" The words were silky, chilling, carrying a growl of deadly warning despite their deceptive softness. Reynard had swung around, looming over Raul with a hard, focused expression, some unidentifiable emotion swirled in his eyes for a moment before it was gone.
"Reynard, you heard me." Raul repeated himself, meeting Reynard's cold, violent eyes and holding their grip boldly.
"You're a cocky son of a bitch aren't you 'wolf?" Reynard said in that silky cold voice.
"Answer my question. You are known as Reynard aren't you? Or Rey." Raul pushed, ignoring the warning from his 'wolf that he was treading on dangerous ground. He knew that and he knew Reynard was more dominant then he was, but he figured he might as well keep going.
Raul got nothing, then a slight curious tilt of the head across from him, there was a flash in his green eyes as they glowed with his 'wolf's presence. "What if I am."
Raul shrugged. "Somebody I know referred to you with that name."
A dark frown pulled Reynard's thick, dark eyebrows together. "Who?" He barked, his power starting to slip his skin as his emotions began to get the better of his control. His stronger energy was starting to sting and lash at Raul but he wasn't backing down yet even as he felt his own 'wolf swim up into his eyes, tightening his muscles in readiness for a fight if it came to that. Raul felt his wolf sharpening their teeth and claws, restlessly he scratched his lengthening claws on his jeans, waiting.
Raul gave him a penetrating look, still not dropping his eyes despite the slight tremor that was taking over his body from the effort it was taking to stand up to a more dominant 'wolf then he was.
"Who." Reynard repeated forcing his stronger will on Raul to get the answer he wanted.
Raul felt his will weakening despite himself, more his own 'wolf giving in in deference to the more dominant wolf, something that was ingrained in real wolves not just them, then his own choice.
"If you want to know you'll have to meet me after my shift." Raul gritted out reluctantly dropping his eyes and resisting the urge to rub at his tense shoulders. His wolf was still making invisible hackles stand up, still in defense mode. His 'wolf was still wary of letting down their guard and because of him so was Raul.
He hadn't really wanted to give away his trump card but if it meant getting information out of this 'wolf, then he'd do it. He'd only meant to try and glean more information the innocent way. Clearly Reynard was no fool and Raul tipped an imaginary hat to the 'wolf. Raul watched as Reynard narrowed his eyes at him, giving him his own penetrating look before he nodded curtly.
"Come back at twelve, I'll be done then." Raul told him and turned to serve another customer who'd come to the bar, beginning to draw up the three beers she was ordering.
Another curt nod and the 'wolf had melted into the crowd.
The rest of Raul's shift seemed to fly by as it usually did on a busy Friday night, all the bands were good and the customers were all in fairly good, merry moods. Jerry and Max their two bouncers only had to break up two fights which was a bit of a record for them. But the end of his shift finally came and Raul couldn't help sighing as he rolled his tired shoulders and stretched. Getting his coat he slapped Tien his replacement on the back and waved to Allan drawing up beers as he ducked through the door behind the bar. He saw no sign of their manager Ron or Megan out the back but realized she must be outside having a smoke break. Fishing his keys out of his coat pocket he headed for his car, a battered white Toyota corolla. He smelled Reynard before he saw him leaning on his car but he kept going and unlocked the driver's side door.
"You have information. Here I am." Reynard informed Raul with a fierce look.
Raul couldn't help raising an eyebrow at this. His thought that Koen had indeed left his family not the other way around was definatly looking to be more right then wrong. Raul wondered if his suspicion that Koen's family was trying to find him was also a right one.
"Get in, let's get some coffee I'm tired and cranky." Raul told him as he opened the door and slid in, leaning across to open the passenger door for Reynard. Reynard pulled the door open and slid in without another word as Raul started his car, pleased that the damned thing started on the first try for a change.