EZEKIEL'S POV:
“So you'll be choosing Rue as your mate then?”
Chris asked, sliding on the stool next to me with ease. We were at the East Wing bar chilling; rather, he was chilling because, due to the medications that I have been forcing down my throat, Dr. Gregory warned me not to drink.
Not that there had been any improvement in my health; my wolf had suddenly gone silent. I feel him once in a while.
“Yeah.” I replied as he swayed the glass of whisky in his hand to and fro before drowning its contents in a go.
With a resigned sigh, I looked away only to see Rue walking into the bar with a girl I haven't met. Probably one of her friends I was yet to meet.
They both walked into the room; I couldn't help but notice that Chris had his mouth dropping open. The new lady was drop-dead go
