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ELI N O R

I could see the bonfire blazing within the forest, and the closer I got to it, the more I yearned for a drink. Werewolves didn't get drunk easily using alcohol, but the local witches had created a

potion, a drink that could induce the same intoxication experienced by humans.

I needed that right now.

"I thought you weren't coming," Skye exclaimed as she bounced over to me, a cup in hand. I could tell she was already tipsy.

I swiped the cup from her and downed the contents. Squeezing my eyes, I endured the burn as the liquid slid down my throat.

"Wow, I'm guessing your chat with your father didn't go well." She took the empty cup back and sighed.

"It didn't," I grumbled, and we walked over to the table that was set up with food and drink. "I'm going to see another pack in the morning."