Chapter 0200

(Derek POV)

I came to Ravenswood as a favor for a friend. Specifically, a very powerful and rich friend. He was opening a gym, and he believed that the more celebrities that came to the gym for the pre-events and the grand opening, the better.

I love money, power, and fame —and this friend was not exactly someone you say “no” to without a valid excuse— so of course I agreed to attend.

Hindsight being 20-20, however, I wish I had gotten the flu. Or chicken pox. Or a migraine. Adult werewolves do not typically get any of those things, but I wish I had claimed to have one of them anyway. My friend does not know that I am a werewolf, and faking an illness would have saved me the heartache of everything that happened after I arrived.

My problems started when I walked into the Blue Moon Lounge on my first night in Ravenwood. I was immediately hit with an overwhelming smell of sugar cookies and chocolate, which are not scents common to find in a bar. They are, however, two smells