Chapter 25

• The next day…
• Denver had just woken up from his slumber. He had spent most of the night partying with his pack, drinking copious amounts of alcohol and indulging in other vices that werewolf society frowned upon. He felt groggy and exhausted, his head pounding from the hangover.
• As he lay in bed, trying to collect his thoughts, a soft knock on the door jolted him awake. He grumbled, wondering who could be disturbing his peace at this hour. He got up from the bed, and his bare feet made soft thuds on the carpeted floor as he walked towards the door.