Nocturne had let his gaze wander out to the crowd that was dancing as he contemplated if and when he wanted to join them. However, at the mention of whether or not he had talents, his gaze darted back to the sexy stranger and he quirked a brow. Being in a shifter club and the way the topic was brought up made it obvious he wasn’t being asked to audition on the casting couch—although it did still sort of have that vibe and he wondered if that was intentional. He studied his companion for a long moment before a slow smirk appeared. “I’m a jack of all trades and a master of none.” That was true enough given his interest in a variety of hobbies and how he wasn’t a master in magic and certainly not that talented in what he was cursed with. Even now his nullifying aura leaked out lightly because he couldn’t rein it all in whether because he was talentless or too powerful like the Guardians liked to sweet talk him with.
“And what about yourself? I get the impression you enjoy the hunt and ferreting out your prey.” That was what was causing Nocturne to be on alert. The conversation had seemed harmless enough even if on the odd side at times but now it was all making sense as pieces fit together. They had never been on equal ground and he was being tested and toyed with to some degree. What type of predator was the shifter before him? What game had he carelessly sauntered into? If he was going to ask himself questions as he continued to grin and act like everything was perfectly fine, then why would a shifter care if he had any talents? He was fairly sure they could sniff each other out.
Shit.
A man that was giving off a fairly dangerous aura that was asking after his skills which also tested how preternaturally aware he was didn’t mean shifter, at least not in the pure sense the species went with. He was tangoing with a wolf. That’s why he looked familiar. The Guardians didn’t know much about the leaders of packs or most vampire Families save for what they wished to be known but some photos and names were kept on hand. It helped to know who was in charge if a fight broke out or to generally ensure boundaries weren’t trying to be expanded on the sly.
Great. He was now known to one of the stronger master vampires in the area and was slowly grabbing the attention of an alpha. His Pops really was going to kill him this time. Nocturne hadn’t wanted to report his interaction with Rafe to his dad but knew he had to in order to keep their family safe. But Asher Bishop currently didn’t know his name or his power so perhaps he could walk away safely and leave it that way.
But how was he going to do that without making it seem like he was scurrying away and intriguing the wolf more?
“And what about yourself? I get the impression you enjoy the hunt and ferreting out your prey.” That was what was causing Nocturne to be on alert. The conversation had seemed harmless enough even if on the odd side at times but now it was all making sense as pieces fit together. They had never been on equal ground and he was being tested and toyed with to some degree. What type of predator was the shifter before him? What game had he carelessly sauntered into? If he was going to ask himself questions as he continued to grin and act like everything was perfectly fine, then why would a shifter care if he had any talents? He was fairly sure they could sniff each other out.
Shit.
A man that was giving off a fairly dangerous aura that was asking after his skills which also tested how preternaturally aware he was didn’t mean shifter, at least not in the pure sense the species went with. He was tangoing with a wolf. That’s why he looked familiar. The Guardians didn’t know much about the leaders of packs or most vampire Families save for what they wished to be known but some photos and names were kept on hand. It helped to know who was in charge if a fight broke out or to generally ensure boundaries weren’t trying to be expanded on the sly.
Great. He was now known to one of the stronger master vampires in the area and was slowly grabbing the attention of an alpha. His Pops really was going to kill him this time. Nocturne hadn’t wanted to report his interaction with Rafe to his dad but knew he had to in order to keep their family safe. But Asher Bishop currently didn’t know his name or his power so perhaps he could walk away safely and leave it that way.
But how was he going to do that without making it seem like he was scurrying away and intriguing the wolf more?
