An hour later the guard was on his fifth drink. And drunk wolves always talked.
The guard was loud. Getting louder.
We moved to a table closer to the guard. Started a dice game. Made noise. Laughed. Blended in.
The guard noticed. Stumbled over.
"Room for one more?" he slurred.
"Depends." I rolled the dice. "You got coin?"
"Must be nice," Mitch said. "Working for the Dark Alpha."
"Has its perks." The guard grinned. Leaned in like he was sharing a secret. "You should hear the noises coming from his chambers lately."
My hand tightened on my dice.
"That right?" Mitch's voice was carefully neutral.
"Oh yeah. The new bride? The one from—" He waved vaguely. "—wherever. Riverside I think?"
My jaw clenched.
"She's alive then," Mitch said casually
"All night. Moans. Every night since th
