A New Meeting (Part 2)

After the meeting with the Dark Guild leader, Lupus remained seated at the dining table. Right in front of him sat a glass of one of the strongest, highest-percentage whiskeys that money could buy. He swirled the amber liquid gently, savoring the taste bit by bit as it burned his throat with every sip.

“Leader of an entire pack. Head of an entire city,” Lupus muttered to himself with a sigh. “And yet, there’s no one here to share a drink with? Where even is Ylva these days?”

He took another sip, the fire in the drink doing little to affect him due to his unique body, but the taste, strong and sharp, helped anchor him. It grounded him in a way nothing else could.

I’m honestly surprised there are humans out there who can even stomach this stuff, Lupus thought.