14. The Guard
The werewolves’ city was very different when the moon wasn’t full and there weren’t red rays everywhere. It was much more silent, still, almost peaceful.
The carriage took us through the gray brick buildings, the path lit by lanterns toward the same estate in the middle of the city where the alphas lived.
There weren’t half as many wolves out tonight and none of them were in beast form.
I looked out the window as rowdy noises and laughter filtered through the carriage.
Peering out, I raised a tired brow at the pub that was alive with patrons, music, and laughter.
I’m not sure what had made me think they wouldn’t have places to socialize, but I had assumed they stayed in their caves or f****d nonstop.
“Werewolves can drink? Can you even get drunk?” I asked, gettin
