If there was one thing the Bloodmoon pack took as seriously as war, it was drinking.
Laughter filled the hall as glasses clinked and warriors who had stood shoulder-to-shoulder in the battlefield now wrestled over pieces of meat...even when there was enough to go for everyone.
I deadpanned as two commanders played 'Rock, Paper, Scissors' on who gets a bottle of wine.
At the head table, Miguel was already into probably his tenth glass of wine-or more, it was hard to keep count-his fixed gleefully on Diego and I across from him.
"You know something strange?" He flashed a grin. "I used to think our fearless Alpha’s stern face was always made from lead. But over the recent months? I’ve seen him smile more times than in the years I’ve been his Beta. It’s downright unnatural. I’m starting to
