Raven (Book One of the Dark Lycans Series)

"I would love to go on a date with you," I replied to Blake. His facelit up.

"Then go get ready, and meet me back down here in half an hour." I ran back up the stairs to change into a nicer outfit.

I was rummaging through the huge closet when I found the perfect dress. It was black, and very sexy. It had a very low neckline, and holes in the side. I put it on and it fit perfectly. It was short, coming to about mid thigh, but thankfully not very tight.

I went into the bathroom and found a curling iron in one of the unopened shopping bags. I put my hair into beach waves and applied light makeup.

I looked over myself in the mirror. My hair fell to my waist, and my eyes were bright against the darker eye shadow and liner. I found a pair of black stilettos to go with my dress. I put them on and walked downstairs.

Blake's face lit up when he saw me, then his eyes turned black when he saw my dress. He frowned.

"You are not wearing that." He stated. I put my hands on my hips.

"I thought we already went over this. I will wear whatever I want, and whenever I want to." I walked up to him and pouted slightly.

"And why can't I wear it? Do you not like it?" I asked giving him fake puppy dog eyes. He groaned.

"Of course I like it. But so will everyone else, and that is what I don't like." He replied putting a hand on my cheek.

"I think you are overreacting. You are the only one I would even think of doing anything with." I scoffed.

"Fine. But if I see anyone doing anything with you that I don't like, I can't say I will be responsible for my actions. And if I see you doing anything, let's just say you won't being leaving me or this house for a while." He grinned at his evil thoughts. I smacked the back of his head.

"Stop your naughty thoughts and let's go!" I dragged him out the front door. He then led me over to a blue corvette.

We had been driving in silence for about fifteen minutes when I got tired of waiting.

"Where are we going?" He just smiled at me and looked back at the road.

"It's a surprise." He said. I rolled my eyes.

"Will I need any form of protection?" I asked. He looked at me wierdly for a second.

"Where do you think we are going that you would need protection?" I shrugged.

"Hey, you never know!" I answered, throwing my hands up. He pointed to the glove compartment. I opened it and took out the the box inside. Lifting the lid of the box, I saw a silver dagger lying in velvet.

"Why do you have this in your glove compartment? Won't silver hurt you anyway?" Then it dawned on me, Blake touched my armor without any reaction. I looked at him with wide eyes.

"Your immune to silver." He slowly nodded.

"Then why did you flip out when I was holding silver?"

"I had never seen another immune wolf before." I nodded.

"We're here." Blake said, and I realized that the car was no longer moving. I got out of the car, and realized we were in front of a night club. I love nightclubs, I thought. I looked over at Blake and grinned. He came over and put his arm around my waist.

"This is a place I visit quite frequently." He let go of me and then walked back over to my car door. I was about to ask him what he was doing, when he turned around with the silver dagger in his hand. In his other hand was a thigh strap. I smiled and took it from him. I put the strap on and slid the dagger in its place.

"Thanks!" I said.

"No problem." He replied and led me to the entrance of the club.

"But wait, why do you have this stuff in your car?" He shrugged.

"I put it in there while you were upstairs. I thought you might need it someday, but I never expected you to ask for it," he laughed.

"I'm used to having multiple weapons on me at all times so." I dragged out the last word. I turned away from him and looked up to see that the club was called, Midnight Moon. I looked back at Blake who held his arm out for me to take. With my hand resting in the crook of his arm, we walked up to the door keeper. He let us in without giving me a second glance. I looked at Blake questioningly.

"I am the owner of this place." I looked at him with wide eyes.

"You own a nightclub?" He nodded.

"Where do you think our money comes from?" We both laugh.

"Fair point." We walk inside and I am immediately greeted with loud music.

Blake takes me straight to the bar and orders a beer, and a cocktail for me. The bartender looks at me for a bit too long, and Blake growls at him. His eyes widen in realization and he quickly apologizes. I hit Blake's arm.

"You are really possessive, you know that?" He smirks.

"Of course I am. You are very beautiful, and that means everyone wants you. And I have to make sure that no one but me actually gets you." I roll my eyes at him.

"Same goes for you then, handsome." I said putting a hand on his cheek. He growled lowly, and placed a kiss on the inside of my hand. I put my empty glass on the bar, and dragged him out of his chair.

"Come on, let's go dance!" I yelled over the music, pulling him to the dance floor. I started to sway my hips to the beat, and put my hands in the air. Blake put his hands on my waist and pulled me close to him. I put my hands on his shoulders.

"How are you dancing skills?" I asked. He grinned.

"Well, I have been told that I am a very good dancer. What about you?" I smiled back.

"I have been taking professional dance lessons since I was able to walk. I was required to, it helps to be more graceful when fighting."

"Impressive, but you are going to have to prove it." I groaned in frustration.

"Why do you keep asking me to prove it? How come you always doubt the truth in my words?" I sighed.

"Well, most of your capabilities and talents are so unfathomable and extraordinary, that we can't help but not fully believe you." He explained. I nodded my head in understanding.

"I am going to go get us another drink, please behave while I am gone." I scoffed at his warning.

"I would never do something like that." He gave me a 'seriously' look. "Fine, I promise I will behave." I rolled my eyes at him. Does he really think we would cheat on our mate?! Akire yelled at me.

Quite complaining, it doesn't matter anyway. Yet again, I don't think he is worried about us, more like about the other men, I soothed her. She huffed in annoyance.

I was snapped out my conversation with my wolf when I felt someone behind me. A hand squeezed my ass and I turned around to yell at whoever did it. I looked up at the pervert who did it. He was blonde with green eyes. I would say he was attractive, but after looking at Blake, I don't think anyone compares.

"What the hell is wrong with you? Why would you grab my ass?" I yelled at him. He just smirked and grabbed my waist roughly. I was pulled up against his chest. Before I knew it his lips were against mine. I decided to toy with him, and started moving my lips against his. Then, I brought my fist to the side of his head. He staggered back and bent over, holding the side his head.

"Never touch me again! Got it, you dick?" I yelled in his ear, and brought my knee up to his face. He fell back on his ass, his nose bleeding badly. His eyes were scared as he nodded quickly. I walked away from him ignoring the few people who saw what happened, and were staring. I saw Blake standing in front of me, his face full of confusion.

"I'm not really sure what to think of this situation. First I see you kissing that douchebag, then you were beating the crap out of him." His brows were furrowed in deep thought.

"So what happened is, he grabbed my ass, then I yelled at him. He kissed me, and I kissed him back to distract him, and then I beat him up." I replied casually.

"I thought I told you to behave." Blake scolded me.

"He started it." I snorted. He just laughed and handed me a drink I didn't notice he had. I drank it without even asking what it was.

We walked back to the bar and sat down at a nearby table. We ordered something to eat and watched people make fools of themselves. Blake left to use the restroom, and I was sitting at the table waiting for him when a guy walked up. What this time? I thought.

"Can I help you with something?" I asked, my irritation on full display.

"Will you dance with me?" He asked.

"No thanks, I already have someone thank you." I crossed my arms and tried to ignore him. He grabbed my arm and pulled me out of my seat.

"Let me go you bastard!" I yelled trying to yank my arm back. His grip was strong though. I smelled the air and realized he was a werewolf.

"No." He smirked at me and started pulling me to the dance floor.

"Fine, have it your way then." I said before punching him in the jaw. I heard a crack as my fist connected with his face, and his grip on me loosened as he stumbled sideways. His eyes shifted to black and he started to stalk towards me. I just smirked and then swung my fist again, hitting his temple. He fell to the ground, unconscious.

I walked back to my seat and waited for Blake. He appeared a minute later. His eyes landed on the man laying on the ground a couple of feet away, his jaw at a slightly awkward angle. He shook his head.

"Do I even want to know what happened this time?" I laughed.

"Probably not. But you should get used to it, this is a reoccurring thing with me." I told him shrugging. He laughed.

"At least my mate is no wimp." He said laughing. I nodded quickly.

"Same goes for you." I remarked, remembering that my mate was the strongest Alpha in the country. I heard one of my favorite songs come on.

"Oh my god! We have to go dance, this is my favorite song!" I grabbed his hand and started dragging him back to the dance floor.

"And what song would that be?"

"It called, 'Little Bad Girl'".

"Well that explains a lot." He replied. I fake gasped and slapped his chest, causing him to chuckle.

He followed me to the dance floor and we started dancing. I have to admit, he actually was a really good dancer. We danced for several songs before going back to the bar to get something to drink. Blake and I were talking about when I would meet the pack, when a woman walked up. She looked about 18 or 19, and was dressed like a slut. Her boobs were spilling out of her shirt, and she was wearing a skirt that showed off part of her ass. She tapped on Blake's shoulder and asked him to dance with her.

"Sorry, I do not dance with sluts." He replied and turned back to me.

"You say you don't dance with sluts, yet you are talking to one right now." She looked at me disgusted, and a little bit jealous. I smiled at her.

"The thing is, in order to be a slut, you have to go around seeing a bunch of guys. I may be dressed like one, but I am only seeing one man. So unlike you, I still have some self respect." She glared at me.

"I think you are just drunk and don't realize what is going on!" I raised my eyebrow at her.

"I am not drunk. And, how about this? Just to prove something, let's see who can drink more without getting drunk?" I challenged. She smirked.

"Just so you know, my alcohol limit is very high." I smiled evilly at her.

"Mine is way higher sweetie." I gave her a fake sympathetic look. Blake came close to me and put his lips by my ear.

"Don't drink too much, you don't want to scare her by drinking to your limit." I understood what he meant. Werewolves burn alcohol much faster than normal humans do. I nodded at him.

The slut and I went back and forth, throwing back shots of vodka. A group of people had gathered around us watching. After several shots, the slut tried to stand but fell flat onto her face. Everyone laughed. I stood up and sat on Blake's lap, completely unfazed by the alcohol.

"How much can you drink before getting drunk?" He asked me. I shrugged.

"I have never gotten drunk before. But the most I have ever drank, was three and a half bottles of vodka on my own." I said remembering my fun times as a 16 year old.

"And when was that?" He asked, his voice laced with confusion.

"It was at a party. I was celebrating after a big mission, and I was 16." He grabbed my chin so I was looking at him.

"You were able to drink three and a half bottles of vodka at 16?" He looked shocked, but I didn't understand why. I nodded, waiting for him to explain.

"Because I am only able to drink about three bottles right now without getting tipsy. If you could drink that much then, that means you could probably drink close to five bottles now." He said looking at me curiously. I sat in complete shock.

"Wow. I guess that means that I don't have to watch how much I drink." I smiled, getting an idea. Blake narrowed his eyes at me.

"Don't even think about it."