Granger awoke with a pounding in his head and a heaviness in his body. He was sluggish and dizzy.
The dark honey mead was even more potent than the normal one. He could remember three empty glasses and one glass of dark honey. Other than that, he wasn’t sure what he had been up to the night before.
He sat up as his alarm blared in his head louder than it should. He needed to wake up. This morning, he was due to begin the long-range lessons at the training grounds.
Grabbing his towel, Granger made his way to the shower. The warm water felt nice on his aching skin. Then, finally, his mind began to clear away the haze of the alcohol.
‘Fae magic.’
The words echoed around in his memory. His heart raced, and he felt anger from them, but he had no idea why. Fae magic was never something he had been interested in.
He knew the things that he needed to know, how they had tried to enslave the humans and been defeated by the werewolves who had received Goddess’ blessings.
