I almost didn’t see the punch coming for me. Thankfully, Flint was just as slow as I was and somehow managed to miss my face.
After running with our wolves through the Everglades, my Beta, Gamma and I went back to the spot where we shifted and finished the bottle of Hennessy. It was past two o’clock when I passed out in bed. However, at 5am sharp, I woke up to the alarm with a pounding headache. How was it even possible for werewolves to be hungover?
“To your left!” Aurora yelled inside my head and I moved in the direction she warned.
I was sparring with a half-drunk Flint and expected to dodge his moves by following my she wolf’s instructions, but instead, I got hit in the stomach.
“That was my right,” I replied, trying to hide my pain.
“My bad. All that drinking messed me up too.” S
