Under Pack Protection
The bass is near deafening, causing tremors to be felt in the bar top from it. Derek really wishes this club wasn’t the only place in a five-mile radius that stocked alcohol with wolfsbane. You’d think that it being supposedly the place for supernatural creatures in Beacon Hills, they’d cater to the sensitive ears of werewolves and keep the volume at a level that didn’t threaten to send drinks toppling off tables. Derek finishes off his beer and moves to get up when he feels it.
