Straven

It wasn’t hard to find Mingan and surprisingly easy to coax her off the table and pry the still-full glass from her sticky fingers.

Shani wished Cas good luck as he guided the drunk she-wolf toward a table in the far back to talk her down from her state.

“Are you not going with them?”

She whirled at the male voice, promptly running face-first into him. She stumbled back with embarrassment flushing her cheeks. “I’m so sorry—”

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