Staring in the direction Adara had gone, Logan nonetheless knew when the leech reached him. Close enough to launch a low-voiced harangue. "What are you doing here?"
"What's it look like I'm doing? Enjoying a beer." Logan gestured to this empty bottle. Not that one was enough to make a dent. Werewolves metabolized alcohol quickly. To get drunk, they needed the really strong s**t, the kind fermented in the backwoods and not legally sold on any shelves.
"You shouldn't be here. The pack has their own establishment," Titus pointed out.
"Yup." Werewolf bars were a must. A place where the predator shifters could go, unwind, shoot a game of pool, throw some darts, indulge in some arm wrestling, take a woman in heat into the alley and bay at the moon.
He could feel Titus bristling behind him, t
