Chapter 22- Compulsion

During the last two months, Jason had been her practice partner. He was a werewolf warrior 'royal,' an endearing term for a werewolf fighter with an alpha bloodline. They had all the magic, discipline, and arrogance you'd expect from someone of their illustrious lineage, but Jason wasn't so awful after a few drinks. Real drinks are loaded with luminous mixture droplets. These witchy shots and cocktails had no effect on him.

"Of course not!" Jason smirked.

"It doesn’t matter. I was successful, so you have to drink," she told him.

Jason drank his fizzy blue shot, and then set the glass down in front of Lily.

"Oh, yes, I can see you’re working real hard, Jess, but I am way better now."

"Show off!" Lily grinned at him, knowing full well they had a thing for each other but too foolish to admit it.

Jessa murmured back, "Work and play, sweetheart; let Lily decide who wins this time. We are killing two birds with one stone, my friend."

"How many stones do you intend to throw in here,