Southern Shifters: Bear Sentry (Kindle Worlds Novella) (The Enforcers Book 2) Read Online Free Page A

have to ride the Dragon to get there.”
    “The Dragon?” he asked.
    “You really aren’t from around here are you?” she laughed. “It’s eleven miles of twisted, curvy fun, so don’t drink too much. If you do, you might end up wrapped around a tree, or worse, on your way back.”
    “Okay, thanks.”
    The woman’s words stuck with him as he walked out to the parking lot, and he wondered about his infatuation with her response. He didn’t want to die, and he probably wouldn’t if he hit a tree, but her ominous or worse rattled around in his brain.
    Was there anything worse than not being able to trust his senses?
    He swung his leg over his bike and flipped on the switch. The beast roared to life and he took off in the direction of the Dragon.
    At first he maneuvered the sharp turns with care, but as he got further down the road, he took more risks. If his senses couldn’t be trusted, could his reflexes? What if he didn’t turn soon enough? What would it feel like to miss the curve completely?
    He drove toward the edge of the road and glanced down into the darkness. The unknown called to him, but he hated that he couldn’t see past the asphalt. He wanted to know the risks before he jumped.
    Shit! I am seriously fucked up!
    He’d been in a state of confusion since the accident, but his recent behavior scared him. The only men he knew who scared and chased down random women were the ones he used to protect his clan from. Now he was one of them.
    Even though he didn’t want to let her go, he knew he should leave town as soon as possible. The scar on the back of his head started to throb, but he ignored the pain and merged his bike back into the proper lane. Tonight he would drink, and then tomorrow he would leave as quietly as he came. With a plan in place, he carefully followed the winding road toward the Dark Moon Roadhouse.
    The cat had given expert directions. There wasn’t much at the end of the Dragon, and without the woman’s help, he probably would have never found the driveway hidden between the forest of trees. He rode to the end of the long, single lane, dirt driveway, and was shocked to find the parking lot packed. Rows of bikes lined the front and sides of the building, and many dotted the haphazard placement of cars and trucks in the dirt lot.
    He parked his bike on the edge of the forest and crossed the lot in long, easy strides.
    Classic rock filled the air as he got closer to the old, two-story building, and when he stepped inside, the music grew louder, nearly drowning out his thoughts. The smells coming from the kitchen made his stomach growl, and he welcomed the distraction as he surveyed his surroundings.
    The bar was divided into two rooms, and dark wood covered every surface from the floor to the ceiling. One room served as the main bar with tables, chairs, and a tiny dance floor, and the other, smaller open room housed several pool tables.
    The theme of the day continued as many patrons turned to assess him before going back to their own business, but he hadn’t missed the fact that not everyone turned. It only took one deep breath to realize why. The clientele was an equal mix of humans and shifters.
    Perfect.
    It would be easier to blend in if humans were involved.
    He made his way to the bar and sat in the corner closest to the door. The location granted him the most privacy to watch the crowd, and a quick escape if he needed it. He might not be an Enforcer anymore, but old habits die hard.
    “What can I get you?”
    Jase looked up to see one of the men from Sweet Retreat behind the bar.
    Fuck!
    “A shot of whiskey and a beer,” he said. “Whatever’s on tap is fine.”
    “Do you want anything to eat?” the man asked, placing a small, quarter sheet of paper in front of him.
    Jase glanced down and quickly read the paper menu.
    “Bacon cheeseburger and fries.”
    “You got it,” the man said, pouring his drink. “My name’s Gage, by the way, and that curvy woman cleaning up