51; The Three Musketeers.

51- “The Three Musketeers.”

Adrian Moretti.

“Okay, I did not want to say anything before--” Alpha Logan started, and from the way his tone is and his straying gaze to meet mine with furrowed brows that shows the wheels in his brain working at a faster rate than usual, I knew I would not like whatever will come past his lips.

Luckily, Caleb shares the same thought as me so he was quick to intercept in and stop the man. “Then do not say it.” He grumbled, twirling the tumbler in his hand filled with beer and a few ice blocks. It is his second cup, but he was not even tipsy in the slightest—werewolf genes and all.

There is no liquor in the human world that could knock any of us out, the most is to get a tad bit tipsy, so drinking human liquor in the day means nothing other than a couple of guys just exchanging somber words over it, a good inclination that there is something bothering us, but none would say a thing about it. The presence and the liquor is already of enough importance.

Alph