[MEANWHILE]
The party ended with a bang. A lot of people passed out outside their homes due to their drunken state. Of course, the snow wouldn’t kill them since they were werewolves, but it still wasn’t good to sleep outside in such a vulnerable state.
Asher and the few sober ones left among the pack carried the drunk ones to their homes. Afterward, he went to his special place… The top of the village. He had his own house there, of course, it was more like a mansion compared to the rest of the pack member’s homes, though compared to others it was lacking in plenty.
He had never invited Roxanne in since that had never gotten intimate before this Christmas night. He couldn’t sleep. He could only watch over the quiet village as a solitary figure.
“Heh, now I feel like a stalker
