I Spy

Sonja was on her fifth bloody Mary before we decided to leave. We had given Reverie enough time with her boy toy and frankly, we were tired of waiting for her. Boredom was a strange thing when it came to soldiers. We needed more entertainment and harassing Reverie always turned out more fun than we had first anticipated.

"Can we get the check please?" Twila asked our waiter, who we now knew as Ezekiel. To say we were loud, obnoxious and drunk was an understatement. Amethyst had shamelessly started flirting with poor Ezekiel whilst the rest of us teased him relentlessly. He was 22 and from a close pack. His brother had only taken over as Alpha a year ago. Parents were still around, but retired. We didn't listen to the rest much, alcohol rushing to our heads rather quickly.

"Give the boy a big tip!" Emory shouted from the other side of the table. Her face was as dark as ever, but red tones glowed on her cheeks. She had eight martinis. Wolves had fast metabolisms, most