There were noises down in the tavern, and I opened my eyes and sat bolt upright because I knew from experience what those noises meant.
Ares was already at the door with his knife securely at his waist. He moved the chair that was blocking off the door and opened it to look cautiously out. He knew as well as I did that a fight had broken out, and his response confirmed that at least one of the people involved was a member of his pack.
Luc used to start so many fights with other guys in his pack that I was familiar with the sounds of grown men brawling, but it did not make it easier to listen to. There was yelling and crashing, and there was always a chance I would end up caught up in whatever stupid argument had caused the fight if I did not keep out of the way.
It was even worse after
