The panther only had teeth like that in his true animal form.
Wulf cocked his head at the sight. "What the hell are those?"
Dante smiled wider, displaying his teeth. "Women love them. I'd tell you to get a set, but you already come well equipped."
Wulf laughed at that. "I'm not going there."
"Please don't."
Still, bad double entendres aside, it always felt good to come to the Inferno, even if the Were-Hunters didn't really want him there. It was one of the few places where someone remembered his name. Yeah, okay, so he felt like Sam Malone on Cheers, but there was no Norm or Cliff sitting at the bar here. More like Spike and Switchblade.
The "man" beside Dante leaned over. "Is he a DH?"
Dante's eyes narrowed. He grabbed the man beside him and shoved him toward the other bouncer. "Take the friggin' Arcadian spy out back and deal with him."
The man's face went pale. "What? I'm not Arcadian."
"Bullshit," Dante snarled. "You met Wulf two weeks ago and if you were really Katagaria, you'd remember him. Only a fucking were-panther can't."
Wulf arched a brow at the insult that none of the Katagaria used lightly. The root of the term "were" meant human. To place that term before their animal name was a gross insult to the Katagaria, who prided themselves on the fact that they were animals who could take human form, not the other way around.
The only reason they were tolerant of being called Were-Hunters was the fact that they did in fact hunt and kill the Arcadians, who were humans capable of taking animal form. Not to mention the fact that the male of their species often hunted human females for sexual purposes. Apparently, sex was much more enjoyable to them in human form than in animal, and the males had voracious appetites in that department.
Unfortunately for Wulf, the female Were-Hunters who could remember him never looked outside their species for partners. Unlike the men, the females had sex in hopes of finding mates. The men were simply after the pleasure of it.
"What are you going to do to him?" Wulf asked as Dante's bouncer dragged the Arcadian away.
"What's it to you, Dark-Hunter? I don't screw with your business, you don't screw with mine."
Wulf debated what to do, but then if the other man really was an Arcadian spy, most likely he could handle the situation on his own and wouldn't relish the thought of help, especially from a Dark-Hunter. The Weres were extremely independent and hated for anyone or anything to interfere with them.
So Wulf changed the subject. "Any Daimons in the club?" he asked Dante.
Dante shook his head. "But Corbin's inside. She came in about an hour ago. Said it was slow tonight. Too cold for the Daimons on the street."
Wulf nodded at the mention of the Dark-Huntress who was also assigned to the area. He wouldn't be able to stay long then, not unless Corbin was ready to leave.
Going inside, he went to say hi to her.
There was no band on stage tonight. Instead a DJ played loud, operatic music he vaguely remembered Chris calling Goth Metal.
The club was dark with bright strobe lights flashing. It played havoc with his Dark-Hunter sight, an attempt on Dante's part to keep Dark-Hunter interference at a minimum while they were in the club. Wulf pulled out his sunglasses and put them on to help alleviate some of the pain it caused him.
People danced on the floor, oblivious to everything around them.
"Greetings."
He jumped at the sound of Corbin's voice in his ear. The woman had the power of bending time and teleportation. She lived to surprise people by sneaking up on them.
He turned to see the extremely attractive redhead behind him. Tall, lithe, and deadly, Corbin had been a Greek queen in her human lifetime. She still had that regal bearing and a look of such haughty supremacy that it could make anyone feel like they should wash their hands before they touched her.
She'd died trying to save her country from invasion by some barbarian tribe who were no doubt the forerunners to his own people.
"Hi, Binny," he said, calling her by a nickname she only allowed a chosen few to use.
She placed a hand on his shoulder. "You okay? You look tired."
"I'm fine."
"I don't know. Maybe I ought to send Sara over to replace Chris for a few days and take care of you."
He covered her hand with his, warmed by her concern.
Sara Addams was her Squire. "That's all I need. A Squire who can't remember she's supposed to serve me."
"Oh, yeah," Corbin said, wrinkling her nose. "I forgot that one drawback."
"Don't worry. It's not Chris. I just haven't been able to sleep well."
"Sorry to hear that."
Wulf noticed several of the Weres were staring at them. "I think we're making them nervous."
She laughed as she looked around the club. "Maybe. But my money says that they sense what I do."
"Which is?"
"Something is going to happen here tonight. It's why I came in. Don't you feel it too?"
"I don't have that power."
"Be grateful then, it's a bitch." Corbin stepped away from him. "But since you're here, I'll step out for a breath of fresh air and leave the club to you. I don't want my powers drained."
"Later, then."
She nodded and in a flash vanished. He only hoped no human had seen her do that.
Wulf walked through the club feeling odd, detached. He didn't know why he was here. It was so stupid.
He might as well leave too.
Turning around, he froze...
Cassandra had felt so weird being in the Inferno tonight. Her mind kept flashing back to the night before. Even Kat was sensing her discomfort.
There were two warring voices in her head. One telling her to leave immediately and one telling her to stay.
She was beginning to fear that she might be schizophrenic or something.
Michelle and Tom came up to them. "Hey, guys, I hate to bang out on you, but Tom and I are going someplace quiet to talk, okay?"
Cassandra smiled at them. "Sure. You two have fun."
As soon as they left, she looked at Kat. "No need in us staying, huh?"
"Are you sure you want to leave?"
"Yeah, I think so."
Cassandra got up from her chair and grabbed her purse. Shrugging on her coat, she wasn't paying attention to anything until she walked into someone who was standing as still as a wall.
"Oh, I'm sor-" Her words broke off as she looked up a good four inches into the face that had haunted her dreams.