Chapter23. 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 fucked nonstop. “Werewolves can drink? Can you even get drunk?” I asked, getting closer to the window, my body forgetting how exhausted it was. Derik snickered as Nikolai laughed. “It’s different than human alcohol, and you should ask Brax, he knows better than us,” Derik teased, and Brax scoffed. “I enjo