Jeremy POV
Jeremy, Kevin and Braidy were all downstairs, sitting in the packhouse Alpha Unit’s private bar. A place Nick had created just for him and his boys, as he liked to put it; A place they could go and drink wolfen strength beer, scotch, bourbon or anything they liked after a hard day, rogue attacks or just generally wanted to be able to relax, away from the pack and its wolves in private.
The place was built with natural pine wood, and it only had four bar stools, as Nick put it, no need for any others; it was there little sanctuary. All the stools had red leather high-back seats for comfort. There was a six-foot bar for them to lean on, the top a natural piece of wood that had been sanded and polished to a high shine.
There was an array of drinking glasses hanging from a rank
