NATALIA
Max.
Sam.
My head shoots back to the door where Sam is still standing, glaring daggers at the man to my back. I jump from Logan’s embrace, my stomach suddenly at my feet.
“I— I think it’s time I g— go,” I breathe in a stutter. Logan’s lips sit in a thin line, but he nods, conceding. I practically sprint from the room, unsteady on my feet where I am usually nimble.
“Are you drunk?!” Sam basically snarls at me the moment we are out of earshot.
Dammit. Sam never snaps at me.
“I am a wolf. We don’t get drunk remember?” I snap back, but I stumble into the wall, clearly disproving my own statement.
“Mhm. Sure Natalia.” He rolls his eyes. “He must have spelled your drinks. I told you we shouldn’t trust him!”
“I’m sure it’s nothing,” I say in his defense. I don’t really k
