Timothy's POV
The club Ethan picks is upscale and exclusive, the kind of place where wolves with money come to forget their problems. My bachelor party is smaller than originally planned. Just Ethan, a few teammates, and the Wintermoon brothers who insisted on being here.
"To the groom!" Drake raises his glass, that smug smile on his face. "May your last night of freedom be memorable."
Everyone drinks. I force the whiskey down, trying not to think about how this is supposed to be a celebration.
"Relax, man." Ethan claps my shoulder. "You look like you're heading to a funeral."
"Maybe I am," I mutter, but the music is too loud for him to hear.
Kane, the middle Wintermoon brother, leans forward in the booth. His eyes are hard and calculating. "Let's be clear about something, Blackthorn
