Chapter 31 Moon Bar Trouble Leslie's POV - Moon Bar 36 Finished Unlike the emotionally reserved Thorbane , Astrid had always been wild and passionate . The two of them complemented each other perfectly . I fully supported the idea of them becoming mates . But Astrid's pack - Tempest Pack - was more traditional . They believed deeply in destined bonds between werewolves . So her father , the alpha of Tempest Pack , hadn't been in a hurry to find her a match . Poor Thorbane still had some work to do . That night , I agreed to meet Astrid at a well - known bar in Central City - Moon Bar . This place wasn't exclusive to high - ranking packs . On the contrary , it was infamous for its chaos , its mix of all kinds of people . It was the kind of place where werewolves went to chase thrills or dig up underground intel . The air was thick with the sharp scent of moonshine , clashing pheromones from wolves of all ranks , sweat , and a faint metallic trace of blood . The pounding of drums - raw , primal - slammed into your chest . Under the dim , flickering lights , werewolves twisted and writhed on the dance floor , releasing all that extra energy . Asphodel stayed alert inside me . The energy here is chaotic , Leslie ... but also kind of fun . Astrid and I found a relatively quiet booth and sat down . She seemed especially hyped tonight . Probably because she was about to lead her first mission . She downed glass after glass of a local specialty - the notorious " Wolf Blood " liquor , known for hitting hard after a delay . Before long , her pale cheeks turned pink , and her eyes grew unfocused . " Leslie ... " she swayed to her feet and grabbed my hand , trying to pull me toward the dance floor . " Come dance ! This music is ... so good ! " I smiled helplessly . I was just about to hold her back , but she broke free and stumbled into the crowd , quickly losing herself to the rhythm . I shook my head , picked up the lower - proof fruit wine in front of me , and quietly watched her . But trouble has a habit of finding you when you least expect it . 1/3 13:09 Mon , Sep 15 Chapter 31 Moon Bar Trouble : A group of large , aggressive - looking werewolves had noticed Astrid alone . Their scent was messy and hostile - likely exiled Rogues or low - tier gang muscle . 36 Finished The one leading them was a Beta werewolf with knotted muscles and a black eyepatch . His one remaining eye glinted with greed and lechery as he made his way toward her . " Well , now , pretty girl , dancing alone isn't much fun . Let big brother keep you company , " he said , reaching out to grab Astrid's arm , his voice sleazy . Astrid might have been drunk , but her high - level Beta instincts were still intact . She frowned and tried to shake him off , muttering , " Get lost ... " " Oho , feisty one ! " The eyepatch didn't let go . In fact , he tightened his grip . The others started closing in , laughing crudely , their eyes full of ill intent . Asphodel let out a cold , low growl inside me . I set my glass down and stood up , walking slowly toward them . I didn't release any Alpha pressure - I just walked up calmly and stepped between them and Astrid . " Let her go ." I didn't raise my voice , but there was a cold edge to it that left no room for argument . The eyepatch froze for a second , surprised someone dared to interfere . He looked me up and down - and when he saw my face , a flash of surprise crossed his expression , quickly replaced by an even sleazier grin . He must've recognized me from the recent gossip online . " Well , look who it is . The famous Crimson Moon Pack Luna - or wait , not anymore , huh ? What's the matter ? Got kicked out and came crawling to places like this for fun ? " He smirked , trying to provoke me . I stared at him blankly and repeated , " Let her go . " " Let her go ? " He licked his lips , eyes roaming over me without shame . " I mean , sure ... but shouldn't you give us a little something in return ? " He pointed to a pint of dark beer sitting on the bar . It had clearly been tampered with and gave off a strange , unfamiliar scent . " How about this , ' Princess '- you drink that , and I'll let your pretty little friend go . Fair trade , yeah ? " His buddies burst out laughing even louder . Asphodel's fury was at the brink . He's insulting you , Leslie ! Kill him ! 2/3 ar Discover our latest featured short drama reel. Watch now and enjoy the story!