XXXIV

The basement was more of a game room or lounge. There was a wet bar, pool table, and large TV, all accented by deep, rich tones and leather furniture. Just add a singing fish and it’d be a perfect man cave, if I had learned anything from binging streaming services.

Bram had claimed a chair and had his body positioned away from where Isaac and I sat on the couch. Everything was tense and awkward, and had been for nearly half an hour. No one was talking, and I was growing bored.

With an exasperated sigh, I stood up and headed toward the bar. It was well stocked, but with a manly collection of booze. It took a little bit of thinking, but I had a few pretty colored drinks made up eventually. I garnished them with tiny umbrellas because it’s impossible to be mad when you have a froo froo colored drink with an umbrella in it in your hand. Once they were handed out to two very confused lycans, I took mine over to the pool table and started racking up.

“Hey Bram, I betcha ten dollars I c