Chapter One Hundred And Forty-Four

Shannon’s POV

Come on, play along.

I caught the drift in his eyes.

“I'm so sorry, I was dancing with you and the next second you were gone," I said.

“What’s your name?” Ricky asked, turning to the man.

"James." He chuckled.

"James, if you ever try to lay a finger on her again, I swear I'll cut them off," Ricky said with a charming smirk and James walked off scoffing.

I stood there staring at him. I had downed almost two bottles before the situation so I started feeling tipsy. Ricky had always been a very beautiful wolf muscular and with a height that many people envied. It’s been years, but I was almost drooling when he looked at me intently.

"Hey, are you okay?" He asked and I nodded, taking deep breaths.

A woman with a tray of shots came by and I grabbed one off the tray and downed it.

"I will be," I replied and started to walk away.

Ricky took my little hand in his and I looked back.

"Do you mind, just one dance?" His accent seeped through and made my knees weak.

"Sure.” I loo