How did he end up here again? Heath looked at the dimly lit room, for that was all it really was. He took a few steps forward, remembering the last time he had stepped through the door and the beast that he had met there. Haven had been the one to greet him, drunk off his ass. They had spoken of their sires and the hate that they shared for them. Looking at the dark wooden bar Heath noticed how his father hadn’t been in his mind for sometime, not since joining his new pack. It was the home he had found and the collie woman that kept those dark thoughts at bay, and now when he looked at the broken and half drain bottles along the back wall behind the bar that brought them forward again.
The door opened behind him, and his gold eyes found a tall figure standing in the doorway. There was a falter in his stance, slight and almost unnoticeable. Heath took a smooth step backwards, and felt the touch of the bar at his back. It was not from surprise but there was only so much room in the dive bar’s entrance. The black and brown hybrid looked at the one armed male that stood before him. “Jacquez.” The name passed his lips and he was too startled that the male was actually here to be happy to have found him. Instead of questioning him, for he had no right to question a king, Heath offered. “You want a drink?” If he had the missing King in his presence, he wanted to keep him. And he was no woman, so there was only other way.