Chapter 88

Scott left his mate sleeping as he went down to where his friends were waiting. Lewis, Darcy, and Nathan were sat around his sitting room drinking his expensive whisky. He got the whiskey imported once a month. Being a werewolf meant a lot of strong alcohol passed through their system with no side effects. The stronger the whiskey the more it took hold and gave him the buzz humans got. He liked the buzz the stronger stuff gave him.

“Layla’s worried about Lilly. She wants to call or visit as soon as she can.

I told her she was in good hands. My word wasn’t good enough,” Lewis said.

Folding his arms over his chest, Scott looked among all three men. “What’s with the sombre faces?” he asked.

“Crazy Lizzy turned up along with several witches from her coven,” Darcy said.

“The strongest?” Scott asked, taking a seat.

“Yeah, they’re starting a war with the warlocks, and they don’t want them on this turf while they’re here. Crazy Lizzy is shouting about a breed of species to ruin them all. I do