Chapter 178: What Kind of Payment You Offering?

Elara’s POV

I pounded on the door.

The chaotic noise inside—laughter, clinking bottles, and low growls—died down. The door creaked open, just a sliver, and a wave of cigarette smoke and stale beer hit me.

Through the gap, I saw two men huddled around a card table, their eyes snapping to me. The air felt thick, heavy with something predatory. These weren’t ordinary guys. They were werewolves. Rogue