Sloan
I was woken in the wee hours of the morning by one of my pack warriors. Falon was causing a ruckus in one of the local bars, and nobody could make him leave. His attempt to drown his sorrows had become my problem. I sped down the quiet streets, angry that my ally was adding more to my already overfilled plate. I needed to be looking for my mate, not hauling his ass from a bar.
I spotted him before I pulled up to the place. He was staggering outside, a few men around him trying to corral him towards his hotel. Falon wasn’t having anyone if, swinging at any wolf that dared try and touch him. With a groan, I parked my car and climbed out.
“Falon.” I called as I drew near. “What the hell are you doing?”
“I- I’m trying to sh-shave my men.” H
