32. Drunk Wollf

SADIE

Cenric had never been late. I cooked dinner earlier and thought he’d be here like he always did. It was almost one, and he hadn’t come home—he knew that we had a dinner plan tonight. Something was not right.

I gave Devin an off today to visit his family, so he had no use to me. I called Linden and Beck. None of them ever picked up.

I started scrolling my contacts when the door flew open, and I almost dropped the phone in my hand.

“Oh, my God!” My gaze flew to my husband. Beck and Linden literally dragged him in my direction. “What the hell is going on? I was about to call Cas when you two didn’t pick up. Take him up.”

“No, my dallen. Offs,” he slurred his words.

“Is he drunk? Since when did he get this shit-faced?” I asked again since the two somehow turned deaf.

“Babes.” He wanted to throw himself at me. Beck and Linden managed to grab him on both arms.

“Cenric, no. In bed, and we’ll talk about this in the morning when you’re sober.” I propped my hands on my hips, blowing a brea