Axel’s pov
The air in the hospital felt stifling. I needed a drink myself after Mother’s sermon and i needed to be somewhere else, so when I sighed and announced to my brothers that I was heading down to the bar, Kai and Lysander answered with identical scowls of agreement.
“Yeah, anything to get our minds off all this madness.” Lysander ran a hand through his hair.
Alaric didn’t say much, but he followed. That was Alaric’s word for okay.
We left the hospital without speaking again and headed straight to one of the bars on the outer limits of the pack’s territory. It was a place we rarely went, mostly because it was filled with warriors, traders, and occasional troublemakers—hardly the sort of place princes should be seen frequenting. But that day I didn’t care.
As soon as we stepped
