The Red Wolf's Daughter (Book 3 Part 1: The Becoming of the Siran)

Chapter 17 (Edited)

A/N: Here is a chapter for ya'll. ^-^/

~Rissa

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I stared at the symbol on the door, my brows furrowed in confusion. I had seen this sign before, but I had no idea when.

It looked like a dragon, a pegasus, and a wolf had a baby with wings that looked like scythes and breathing fire. The back half of this weird picture was a dragon. The front half was a wolf with a pegasus's head and neck. The tail was wrapped around the body with one of the wolf's claws sticking out. The mouth of this animal was open, breathing out fire. The wings, which were scythes, were near the body, the tip of it facing the tail.

A warm hand startled me out of my stupor, and I turned my focus to the person. Clarissa was staring at me with worry, her lips pressed into a thin line. Her eyes held this knowledge in them, and I could tell that she knew what the thing was.

"Are you ok?" Theodore asked, causing me to look at him.

"Ya, sorry," I said. I placed my fingers on the bridge of my nose and took in a deep breath, feeling exhausted. "The time change is just catching up with me."

Theodore nodded his head, concern filling his eyes. He didn't believe me, but I knew that he wouldn't ask.

Tasha squeezed my hand, causing me to look at her. A frown was on her lips, and I knew that she could tell that something was bugging me. 'Did you get any sleep last night?' she asked. 'Or on the plane?'

Last night. I turned eighteen and was rejected last night. Damn, it felt like ages ago. With all the stuff that happened today, it felt as if it was a lifetime ago.

'Small bits,' I replied. "I'm fine," I said, shaking my head and clearing away the thoughts that were wanting to take over. "Can we get going?"

Clarissa frowned but nodded her head. She gestured for us to follow her through the door, causing us to be greeted by the sweet stench of rum and smoke.

I stayed silent as I looked around, waiting for my eyes to adjust to the dim lighting and haziness.

The laughter stopped when we entered the area, and all eyes were on us. There was tension in the air, and I could tell that it was because of Tasha and me.

'They know you. Why?' I asked Theodore, causing him to stiffen. I glanced at him from the corner of my eye, following Clarissa to the bar area.

'How do you know?' he asked.

'They aren't lookin' at you,' I replied. I squeezed Tasha's hand, feeling her move closer to me.

"Yo, Class," a male said. "Where did ye find these two?" he asked, gesturing to us. "Ye ain't supposed to be bringing in people unless ye talk to Boss."

There were a few murmurs of agreement, causing Clarissa to roll her eyes.

"Wait, what?" Theodore asked, furrowing his brows in confusion. "You come here?"

Clarissa scowled at him. She didn't say a word as she pointed to the stools. "Sit," she grunted. "Don't move and don't start any fights." She glared at me, causing me to hold my hands up in a mock innocence.

"I won't," I promised, causing her scowl to deepen. "Unless someone starts."

She narrowed her eyes and rubbed the bridge of her nose. "Whatever," she asked. "Just sit still and be nice."

I nodded my head and sat down on the bar stool with Tasha at my side. I watched as both she and Theodore leave us, causing me to frown.

Someone cleared their throat, causing me to look at them. The bartender, a Demon, smiled, and I could tell that it was forced. "What will you two have?" he asked.