The Rogues
Slapping Nick on the back with gusto, “Now let's have a drink to celebrate”
Chairs scraped along the floor as they were pushed backwards, whispers lingered in the air as wolves out of earshot began to discuss what they had heard in disbelief. Nick lined up the shot glasses across the bar, grabbing a bottle of whiskey, he started pouring, the amber liquid splashing down the side of the glasses.
“Rogues, grab a shot” he yelled, raising his glass to the air “To the Alpha of the Red Crescent Rogues”.
“HERE HERE” voices sang on in unison. And at that moment, I knew that the voices may have been in unison but the pack was anything but.
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