ETHAN’S P.O.V.
The music still rang in my ears when I stumbled out of the hall. My boots scuffed against the stone, uneven, loud in the empty corridor. The laughter and clatter of the feast followed me like a swarm of bees I wanted to outrun.
I had been drunk before, but never like this. The black brew hit harder than any ale, sharper than whiskey, meaner than the bite of claws. For a wolf to feel dizzy was rare. But me? I didn’t even have mine anymore. No wolf to steady me. No instincts to pull me back when I crossed the line. Just the raw mess of my own body failing under the weight of drink.
My head spun so bad I had to grab the wall to keep myself upright. The stone was cold under my palm, the only thing holding me steady.
“Brilliant,” I muttered. “Drink the Alpha’s brew like a foo
