“It’s a beer, it tastes nice, you’ll like it,” Greyson said, handing Indianna a bottle of beer.
“Greyson,” Indianna said and raised her eyebrows at him. “I am shy and may have not gone to many parties in my life, but I happen to know what beer is.”
“Right, yeah, course,” Greyson nodded and Indianna rolled her eyes, taking a gulp from the bottle.
“Is Brooke coming?”
“Her and Harry are already there,” Greyson said. “Kal and Ace are coming now.” On cue, Kal and Ace exited the house, both with beers in their hands.
“You’re all drinking,” Indianna said and frowned. “Who’s going to drive?”
“I am,” Greyson shrugged and downed his beer.
“But you’re drinking!”
Greyson smirked and opened the car door for Indianna. “So?”
“It’s illegal.”
“Sugar, we’re werewolves, it takes a lot of alcohol to
