While his brothers laughed and drank with their friends, Gabriel couldn't bring himself to join in. His gaze drifted across the hall until it landed on Idris, who sat quietly in a corner, his attention fixed on the phone in his hands as he scrolled to pass the time.
A shadow fell over him when one of Dominick's friends approached. At first, Idris responded politely, his smile small but genuine. Then the man shoved a glass toward him. Idris's smile faltered.
"Sir, I'm underage. Please don't force me," he urged softly.
"Underage?" The man chuckled. "That doesn't matter among elite wolves like us. Just a taste won't hurt."
Several of his companions called him off, but he ignored them, pressing the glass closer. Idris shifted uneasily, his eyes flicking toward Casaio for help, but Casaio's back was turned as he drank and laughed with Dominick.
"Come on, boy!" the man pushed again.
