"Where's Leia?" Ronan asked as he pulled out a chair and sat down.
"Sleeping," Lucien replied, his eyes still fixed on his phone screen.
Ronan frowned. "Isn't it a bit too late for that? I'll go wake her—"
"She was out late partying," Lucien interrupted, finally setting his phone down on the table. "Let her rest a little longer."
Just then, Kieran walked into the dining room, rubbing the back of his head with a sheepish look. "Did I cause any trouble last night?"
"You were drunk, and Leia drove both of you home. As for trouble… we're still figuring that part out," Ronan said, settling into his seat.
Kieran let out a groan and slumped into the chair, tipping his head back with a sigh. "They kept pushing drinks at me. I didn't want to be rude. It's been ages since I've gone out like that."
Lucien raised an eyebrow, setting his phone down. "For a wolf, your alcohol tolerance is pretty disappointing."
