Stormy POV
Alma’s having a drink off with Lyle. Wolves can go a long way but they’d been doing this for over an hour now. She started to wobble while Lyle kept giving her an ‘Is that all you got look’— which spurred her on.
Despite my fear over Alma’s safety, I was still drunk and whoever was in charge of the music played an awesome song. Butcher beckoned me to dance and I couldn’t deny it!
I threw my arms in the air but a rough hand curled around my arm.
“Hey, what gives?”
I flew forward and smacked into a solid chest.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Alex growled.
“Me? What are you doing? Stop stalking me,” I slurred.
He grimaced. “You’re drunk.”
“No, I’m not.”
“Oh, yeah? Walk in a straight line.”
He stepped back. I wobbled and Alex split in two. I shook my head.
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