*** Silas POV ***

Sam, Nate, Charles, and I sat at the bar on a Wednesday morning. Normally, we wouldn’t be here this early but we had some rumors that Noah and Finn needed some help. As much as I wasn’t happy with them, I also no longer wanted to kill them. But what I was witnessing with my own eyes was just pathetic.

Noah had spilled going on three drinks now, while Finn hadn’t said a single word to us or to Noah, who obviously needed help. Finally, Nate huffed and got up, going ...