Chapter 21: Drunken Mistakes

A waiter brings me a glass of wine as I take my seat. I look at James, who is sipping on a glass of bourbon. In the human communities, they have what we call watered-down alcohol. Their alcohol has no effect on us, no matter how fast we drink. Our metabolism does not allow us to build up the blood alcohol level in our systems.

Enter our own version of alcohol, the same thing the humans have, just a hundred proof and somehow filtered to perfect to still be smooth and tasty. I have only ever had it once. When Enzo and I finished our training and set out on our way here. It ended terribly. I ended up throwing up all night, cuddling with Enzo’s wolf for warmth.

I take a few sips, then a tall, thin man approaches James. His eyes skirt over me lustfully and instantly I wrap my free arm over my stomach and avert my eyes.

“Dorian is still nowhere to be seen.” Then a salad lands in front of me and I look up, surprised at the waitress, who gives me a sheepish smile.

“The alpha pre-ordered all y