“Pour me another one,” I say, while I swing the empty glass down to the bartender.
“Don’t you think you have had enough, Gamma Patrick?” Garth, the gray-haired bartender says to me.
“I’m trying to stop thinking, now pour me another,” I say to him.
He shakes his head and pours me another glass of fairy wine.
I have never been much of a drinker. Straight up, before I lost Victoria, I had never even tasted wine. But it’s been my new best friend since I lost her.
As wolves, we have a higher tolerance for alcohol than measly humans.
When I am not on duty, this is where you can find me. The Tip Top Tap, a tavern that is in the Blue Moon Pack lands, a neighboring pack to ours. It’s been my home away from home these past few months. Alpha Damian has outlawed taverns on our lands because
