Cassandra Clarke grinned menacingly as Paige Brookes and Bryony Munroe, her two best friends, giggled. The boy glanced across the circular table at them in a sad way. He'd just lost £50000 in a poker game. That should stop his terrible gambling habit!
"I'll be taking that money. Have a nice life." Bryony cooed as she brushed the notes into an empty potato sack. Cassandra rose from her chair with a smug grin toying at the corners of her rose-bud lips.
"I'm gunna' get you for this!" He grumbled maliciously.
"Wow, if we got £1 every time we heard that then we wouldn't need all of your money." Paige grinned.
The girls sauntered away barking boasting laughs. Cassandra in middle, flanked by Paige on her left and Bryony on her right with the potato sack swung over her shoulder.
"That was awesome. This'll keep us going for a few more months." Paige exclaimed in delight.
"The pack will be so proud. How did you know he was bluffing, Cass?" Bryony shot as Paige gave a nod as if saying that she would like to know the answer too.
"Couldn't you hear his pulse?" Cassandra mumbled.
Paige and Bryony glanced at each other awkwardly as they continued through the almost deserted bar. The place was like all of the films ; a pool table, a pitiful bar, and tables and chairs scattered hap-hazard. It stank of stale cigar smoke and urine (not at all the most pleasant of things) but it was a good place to hustle because people were either stoned or drunk.
They reached the small front door and swung it open to be greeted by a pale blue sky that was dotted with a few white, fluffy clouds and a crisp autumn breeze. In front of them stood three motorbikes; a blue Honda blackbird, a black Yamaha YZF R6 and a black Suzuki Hayabusa 2009 model. Unlike the rest of their pack, Cassandra, Paige and Bryony preferred speed to strength. They preferred agility to brawn.
Cassandra, Paige and Bryony were all werewolves. They were part of a pack of fifteen and it was the only werewolf pack in this house. The whole world is divided into houses; Raven, Nightingale, Sparrow, Crow, Blackbird, Robin, Wren, Dove, Bluebird, Kingfisher, Herron and Quail. Twelve houses, each over-run by a member of the high council. They were in Nightingale, run by Pieta Mordamme; a high witch who's family dated back to the 8th century.
The girls mounted their bikes and kicked their engines into a large crescendo of harmony that rumbled through the earth. Cassandra pushed off the curb with a grin as a couple gawked at them in awe.
She drifted into a dream world as Paige and Bryony flanked just as they had in the bar. An image of a boy Cassandra knew very well flashed across her mind's eye. The boy had long, black, wispy hair that fell into his storm cloud silver eyes that were lined by a thick, feminine set of dark lashes. He had a long, lean body with slightly broad shoulders. His smile showed off his perfect white teeth, set in sensuous red lips that reminded her of Snow White what with his snowy skin.
She pictured his smooth, accurate movements as he moved toward her. Cassandra was standing there; her chestnut locks billowing out behind her in the breeze. Her chocolate brown eyes looked compelling as she regarded his moves with a strange desire.