"Housewife-school"?

There was no reason for me to be her, not at all. Beside Toke, there was a handful of middle-aged men gathered in that big hall where I first met that Alpha. That I now know is Toke’s dad. The only difference was that they were now all sitting at a long wooden table, and the thrones were empty. Small wooden benches on each side of that massive table were all there was, much like those small cute benches you could see in parks and next to playgrounds. A row of well-burned candles and a couple of silver mugs were lined down the middle of the table. I had started the meeting by filling myself a cup because I was thirsty, and for some reason, I thought it had to be water. It wasn't! Something sweet, a little thick, and with a burning aftertaste. I nearly choked, coughed, and had to cover my mouth not to spit it out.

Some older men just hummed a little and laughed in their beards, and others seemed more irritated. Toke leaned down to tell me it was mead. I’ve never tasted it before, and I