Hangover Quotes Wolfpack Novels & Stories

A bigger wave of laughter rolled through the hall, looser this time. He lifted his mug—where had he even gotten a mug?—and raised it high. “To Starfang,” he said. “To Nightmoor and Stargazer. To wolves who refused to run. To the dead, who clawed us space to stand. And to the very, very tired heir beside me, who is still terrible at taking a compliment.” Laughter. Cheers. Mugs rose. Someone howled. The focus shifted from me to the room, to the packs, to the shared victory. The knot in my throat loosened enough for me to breathe again.

Loraine’s POV I wake with a jolt, my head pounding like a drum in my skull. Silk sheets rasp against my skin, and harsh morning light filters in through the window, almost striking me blind. Memories of last night rush through my vision—more beer with the guys, more stupid stories, more thoughts of my Alphas. Werewolves don’t usually get drunk—our drunken episodes never last past a few minutes—but the hangovers we get are usually very bad. It's like our wolves refuse to do something about the pain just to punish us or something.

My fingers curled around it, my heart hammering in my ribcage. There was no point fighting in front of these wolves who saw me as nothing but a joke. “Drink," Zarek added, his voice leaving no room for arguments or refusal. I lifed the glass to my lips, forcing myself to take a sip. The burn was immediate, scorching my throat, and making my eyes water. But the moment I hesitate, Alpha Zarek's expression darkened. “All of it," he murmured low in his throat, but loud enough for everyone to hear.

I cut him a hard glare, “shut up.” He looked unrepentant, “why? I only answered your question.” Carl's groan got our attention, turning his body towards our direction, his eyes opened so widely I almost jumped out of my seat. “Why the hell is your wolf rearing its head so early in the morning?” I bellowed, shocked at such an awkward scene. He sat up, scratching his eyes, “it's a usual occurrence for me. Doesn't it happen to you?” He asked, wincing. “Damn hangover headaches.”

I didn't question my father's obsession with wolf artifacts and legends, I didn't question why she wore a protective necklace against something that only existed in my books. I didn't question how my father died, I didn't question anything. I just let life go with me, I let it heal from all the things that were left behind to move on. Soon we were ready, I left the house with the feeling that I should go back but still I went. The Hall was crowded, everyone surprised to finally see me out of my shell, out of the cave where I had been holed up since the day of the great pain. - I don't think I even know how many times that day I heard that phrase pounding in my mind.

Alpha Zackery wagged his index finger. "Yes, of course, Your Excellency..." Alpha Cyrus nodded and replied. His giant body looked like a balloon that was about to explode. "Why did the wolf stay in the shade?" Alpha Zackery asked with a mysterious smile on his face. "...Why?" Alpha Cyrus and Alpha Julius asked simultaneously. "Because he wouldn't turn into a hot dog." Alpha Zackery dropped the punch line with a deadpan face. Alpha Cyrus and Alpha Julius were silent for a brief moment. It seemed that they weren't sure whether they should laugh or not. Then, when they noticed the smirk on Alpha Zackery's face, they looked at each other and roared with laughter hysterically.

Their flesh and backs are full of whip marks and bruises from the weekly torment they needed to undergo. Wolves that surround them growled and snarled at them. But they didn't even flinch. Instead, it even looked like they didn't regret a single thing. If anything, they regret not accomplishing what they wanted to. “Any last words?” Granny Daria asked. Grum, Yarrow, and even Ricky only cursed. With Hatchett saying, “I’ll surely kill you in our next life, Addison.” Remembering the glimpses that I saw during the Soulbound curse, I smiled. “Even with that, you’re still already a step late, Hatchett.”

Glancing back, I noticed most people had some kind of alcohol out with a smile gracing their faces. “Here is to Solaris. To our First Alpha Prince. To our Rogue King. To our friend, lover, family, and commander. To the storm and the sun she brought. She said if anyone was sober at her funeral that she would haunt us all.” The Alpha King winked at Finn. “Sorry, son, you’re going to have to take one for the team.” Everyone laughed and even I cracked a smile. “To the wolf who will always be someone to look up to and someone to strive to be like. We drink to you, my dear girl.”

These vampires looked like they had the means and intent to kill us. Well, they could fucking try. “I’m not going to get all mushy and shit, but I just wanted to let you know, you two have been great friends to me. I’ll never forget what you’ve done. And if we make it out of here, we will be getting drunk tonight.” Both of them laughed and if they were worried, it didn’t show. “Didn’t you just say you weren’t going to get mushy?” Wolfe added. “This might just be the world record for the shortest amount of time a wolf was an alpha.” Arron was always a dickhead, even at a time like this. But I chuckled realizing he was most likely right. Damn. I really sucked.

I snarl. It feels so real, I could stay here forever. Logan is talking to her, my Meg...so real ... my heavy eyelids try to open but I am so drunk, I can barely move. My head is swimming and I am nauseous- I know it’s because I barely eat. In a few hours, I’ll be okay, my werewolf gene would save me from most of the hangover... I’ll eat when I wake up, I vow. Hours later, my eyes open- ugh, another day again. My phone ringing is what did the trick today. “What?” I answer remaining on my rumpled bed when I hear the beta say something about a new wolf.