After Irene left the party, the other Alphas followed one by one. They all knew tomorrow would be a long day, and with the responsibility of leadership weighing on their shoulders, rest was non-negotiable. Wolves might be stronger and more resilient than humans, but even their bodies needed downtime.
The humans, however, were another story.
Most of the high-ranking dignitaries had retreated for the night, but plenty of others stayed behind. Right now, they were drunk out of their minds, laughing too loudly, swaying on their feet, and making an absolute spectacle of themselves.
Violet, Roman, and Griffin sat at their table, quietly watching them with growing annoyance. Even though the punishment was given to Roman, there was no way on earth they were leaving him to deal with the mess alone. They were in this together.
"I wish Alaric was here," Violet said. "He'd just make it rain on them and clear this place out."
"Same," Griffin sighed, rubbing his temple.
