247 Restitution

Christos.

Staring at the glass of brandy in my hand while my wolf stared rebelliously in there, daring me to just as much as take a sip of the drink, I contemplated on risking it all.

But knowing that all my troubles started in the first place as a result of alcohol not to talk of the fact that I had not so much tasted it in the last seven years, I could not bring myself to raise the glass to my lips even though an angry part of me really wished to do it, if for nothing else but to irritate my wolf, whom I was still not talking to.

“Is this another game we are practicing?” A voice murmured and I raised my head lazily to glare at the idiot who just asked the question.

If only look can kill, he would be dead right there and he knew it.

“Hmmm sorryBoss. But I thought you were trying to break the glass into pieces with your eyes, seeing how you were staring at it.” My Gamma explained softly as he walked fully into the room with the others.

“What the hell are you all doing here?” I mutter