Roman
The busy hall hummed with people and buzzed with conversation, and some looked to have been a few rounds into their liquor. With the numbers gathered, we must’ve been among the last to arrive.
“Uh, I’m just gonna head to the restroom real quick.” Row thumbed over his shoulder to the right and took off before anything could be said.
Our dad’s face twitched, and his exasperated gaze followed my brother. He was mind-linking and probably telling him to behave with a colourful choice of words.
A small group of four wolf males around my grandfather’s age approached, clapping him on the back and talking about the good ol’ days.
“Want to come shoot some pool?” a retired Gamma named Waylon offered. “I brought a good case of Cubans?”
He had come from White Tree pack and assured me that h
