Ivy's POV:
It was only then that they realized I was an elite werewolf warrior, and fear painted their faces.
"Now, get lost and stop bothering me!" I waved my hand dismissively, fighting off the rising tide of intoxication, and shooed them away.
Soon, the space around me cleared, except for Adam.
"Why haven't you left yet?" I grumbled, propping my head up with my hand, my voice a raspy growl.
"You said it yourself, this isn't your turf." Adam took a swig of his drink, unfazed, and continued to provoke me with a smirk, "Is this how you flaunt your werewolf status? No wonder everyone hates you in a minute!"
"Screw you, Adam!" I snapped, reaching for his throat, but suddenly felt weak all over, dizziness swirling in my head as a fiery restlessness surged through my body.
I slumped aga
