Hangover Quotes Wolfpack Novels & Stories

Kevin interrupted, "I don't think we should take this nightmare too lightly, A wolf had a nightmare... Think about it..." "You're also right Kevin", I will look into this matter, I said gulping down my wine whilst I spoke making me to choke. Cough...cough!! "Easy..easy bro, Sorry" I nodded patting my chest. "Good wine..Cough...", I muttered and sipped the wine again this time slowly. Brandon lifted his glass, "Let's toast to the wellness of our Pack and the destruction of that bad dream." We all laughed heartily, "Cheers..!"

I dread to think how wasted we will be after the third bottle, “It is a little. I’m a little wobbly. But I said three bottles each and three bottles it will be. After all, you only get one mate and one Luna. To finding your Luna,” he speaks loudly for all to hear, raising his bottle. “To finding your Luna,” the group speak in unison, raising their bottles and then each takes a large drink. I’m so glad that hangovers burn off quickly for werewolves. I wonder if they do too for the vampires and wizards, even they are beginning to walk unsteady and uncoordinated. Hopefully, a few burgers and hot dogs will help soak up the alcohol a little.

He attempts to look grumpy but he's failing miserably. "Wait a second, I didn't think werewolves could get hangovers?" I ask no one in particular. "It's the same as werewolves getting drunk really. It takes a hell of a lot for us to get drunk and a hell of a lot for us to get a hangover!" Cal quickly answers his amusement still gleaming across his face. "It's ok for you guys, I'm the poor bastard that had to deal with his drunk ass last night and then pull his ass out of bed this morning!" Jack rolls his eyes while Brooke and I are still in fits of giggles.

I give in, and Amy comes to a halt, giving me a smirk that says, ‘I win. “Now, was that so hard?” Amy walks back to Pearl and me and presents the drink tray to us. Pearl and Amy are sporting matching grins on their faces as I snatch my drink and proceed to take large gulps of the scolding drink. I used to despise coffee. I still do, but tea doesn’t take care of my massive headache and constant exhaustion. My tongue and the roof of my mouth are burning, but this hangover isn’t going to cure itself. My werewolf healing will kick in soon. Hangovers take a little longer for my wolf to remedy.

“What about an asteroid hitting the planet? You can’t plan for everything, just like you never expected to find your mate next door.” Were they right? Was I being a dumbass? My wolf thought so. Now that I was sober, or on the way to getting there, it was pushing me to go after Grace. Cathy. To make her mine. To grovel until she forgave me. Until she let me bite her and make her mine. Human or not. “I’m going,” I said. The moment I decided, my wolf perked up. Energy returned to my body, and the hangover instantly faded.

Although they have never lost a war, that was in the past; they are now living on former glories. I stepped out of my quarters, casting a final glance at the Crimson pack house before it will fades into nothingness. A smile crossed my face, but it was quickly replaced by a sharp pain in my head. I clutched my temples, hoping for relief, but the discomfort persisted. I reached out to my wolf, only to find him overwhelmed by agony as well.

I trailed off,"Only cowards run from a fight," "Oh would you look at that, the alpha of the strongest pack thinks that we will run, then you got it wrong! You got some balls, little wolf," he grinned, but I laughed at how stupid he sounded like, then he added,"You won't be laughing at us after we became immortals and bury you all alive six feet under,"

In an instant, puke that reeked of alcohol was expelled by Wolf. Both Austin and the manager were startled at the sudden sight. Austin hastily patted Wolf on the back so that Wolf would feel a little better. Wolf had volunteered to drink a lot of wine in Austin's stead tonight. He indeed had a little too much to drink. "Mr. Campbell, I-I'm fine…" Wolf's face was pale. He had just said those words when something welled up in his throat again. He threw up once more. "It's okay, you'll feel better once you've gotten it out." Austin felt like there was nothing wrong with him taking care of Wolf.

The following day at school, Jayson and Jayden were hangover as fuck and could barely open their eyes properly. "You lucky werewolf bastard." Jayden scowled at me, referring to my perfectly normal state. I am a werewolf so I don't get drunk or hangover but I didn't drink as much as Jayson and Jayden did, especially on a school night. So I didn't feel sorry for them at all. They were only reaping what they sowed even though they looked like death. "If you weren't hangover and literally looking like death, I'd have punched your face for calling me a bastard."

Ryan groans from the couch, and I glance over to see he’s got a green tint to his skin. “You’ve got a whopper of a hangover,” I tell him as I portion out coffee grounds. Ryan slept on my couch last night, where I managed to get him to lie down after he performed a stumbling version of a dance he’d seen in a movie about male strippers. “It’s obvious werewolves don’t drink for a reason.” “Your voice hurts my head.” He tugs the blanket over his head and moans. “This is your fault.”