Zane.
“Ah!” Reed took a big swig of alcohol and slammed the sweating bottle on the table. “This is more like it!”
The days at the pack were hectic, putting up new defences and cleaning up the mess the rogues had made.
Conveniently, these attacks never happened whenever I was in the pack. It seemed like they had a way of knowing when I was gone, so they could strike again. The day had bled into the night, and my shoulders ached with a week's worth of tension.
What better way to end the day than drowning out the entire world in alcohol. f**k, maybe Ryan had established too much of an influence on me.
So here I was, reclined in my seat at a table whuch provided a full view of the entire bar. Reed occupied the other seat, pouring shots after shots into his mouth.
“Loosen up. Isn't that
