Chapter 26: A Drunk Confession

[Dove]

The tiny werewoman beside Patrick was actually his wife, Phia.

And she owns a bar.

Yes. There is a bar in the Whispering Moon Pack's village and it is a stone's throw from the owner's house, serving food after dinner daily to members. It also provides a stage and audience for Patrick and his band.

Phia makes great ale - the best in the region, according to Megan. She creates a new flavor each year - so there are now 55 of them, from dark and heavy to light, refreshing and fruity - and matching snacks of fun and interesting textures and tastes.

Slamming the empty glass on the table, Megan swallowed and exhaled with a grimace, then lifted her chin to search for her target. Once she located Phia, Megan pointed a finger skyward then recoiled into her seat.

I sipped on the light cherry-flavored 'Moon Glow' ale and smiled sadly.

"What did Cole do now?" A new pint of the black nutty 'Screw Your Mind' ale appeared on the table. Megan immediately grabbed it and took two large