Gabe was welcomed like a King with a golden chalice filled to the brim with cherry-scented wine and a collection of the finest cigars I had seen. They were often smoked by the leaders of any pack- including my former alpha who refused to smoke anything else that didn't have the signature sun-dried leaves. I also remembered him saying something about hinted cognac and cocoa, but I stopped listening after he refused to let his friend take a puff because he wasn't an Alpha.

What baffled ...