WILLOW'S P.O.V.
I heard whispers and mumbles and faces I've never seen before I walked for a while and almost ran into a building I was so deep in thought. I looked up and realized I walked to the pack bar. Yes, they have a pack bar. I opened the door and walked inside, many looked at me like I was fresh meat. Others knew who I was. No one approached me. But moved when I got to the bar. Everything was quiet and I could still hear the mumbles and whispers around me. All eyes were on me.
“Bartender” I said and waved him over
“How may I help you?” He asked with a forced smile
“Cut the s**t, whiskey on the rocks. Make it a double.” I spat
“How old are you?” He asked with a smirk
“18, today” Josh walked up beside me slamming his drink down.
“Okay sir” The bartender said and qui
