It should have been so easy. There was no chase, no arguments or coercion. I just walked in and there she was. My Red standing behind the bar. And on the other side of that bar? Prowling, hungry wolves. I lifted my lip in a sneer at them, huffed a laugh. As if they had a chance. She was mine and as her eyes shifted towards me she knew it and I knew it. Just those poor bastards had no idea they were wasting their time.
So I took a seat at a table, kicked out my legs and ordered a drink from the new dark haired waitress who smelled like apples and I sat back to watch the show. I snickered at their preening, chuckled at their teeth baring smiles, and outright laughed as she ignored it all. And I waited.
“Freshen your drink,” she would offer with a small smile, the words like a broken record night after night. Her eyes would search me out when I smiled at the new girl but her feet never did. So I waited.
I might be the hunter but I’d tracked my prey. She was found, caught, mine by right. Now it was time for her to come to me, to show everyone who she belonged to. But she better hurry. Man, or wolf, can only wait so long before his hunger takes control and he becomes the hunter once more.