"What are you doing here?" Emil asked, side-eyeing his apprentice-brother uneasily.
Yuliang scowled, and gestured to him with his drink, "What does it look like? I'm here to drink."
"Aren't you a bit too young to drink? Where's your chaperone?"
"I'm the legal age, dumbass," Yuliang snapped. "And why the fuck would I need a fucking babysitter?"
"You're an-" Omega, Emil wanted to say, but the fierce glare directed his way made him reconsider his words.
"I'm a what, Professor?" Yuliang spat, eyes flashing a brief gold, and sharper than normal canines bared in a snarl.
For a natural-born Lycan, Yuliang had a lot less control of his nature than expected. This wasn't the first time, Emil had noticed his traits flashing through and he was positive that the only reason no one took note of it was that no one knew what to look for. "You know what I mean."
Probably to spite him, Yuliang took his next drink straight out of the bottle.
Emil just sighed and shook his head.
He turned back to Lorcan with a 'see-what-I-mean?' at the tip of his tongue, but he found himself swallowing back the words because, for all he had said about Yuliang lacking control, Lorcan seemed to have completely lost his too, because Lorcan's eyes were red and boring into Yuliang with keen interest.