Violet had no idea how she held it together.
One moment, she'd been having the best night of her life, and the next, it turned into a nightmare.
The second Asher went into a seizure, she barely had time to think. Violet yanked his shirt off the floor, covered herself, and bolted for help.
Though the club staff didn't know Asher's true identity, they didn't hesitate. In a world where werewolves were still clawing their way out of the second-class stigma, establishments like this bent over backwards to show care, especially when it came to werewolf patrons.
A death on their premises, particularly one involving a werewolf, was a PR disaster waiting to happen. It would not just cause a scandal, but an official inquiry, maybe even a visit from the Alpha King himself. Werewolves weren't as common as humans hence their lives carried weight.
The ambulance eventually arrived, the sound of their sirens splitting the night like a scream.
