All the while a werewolf’s world was overturned and nearly ending across town in a dingy bar Julian scowled darkly scowling at the patrons around him, a clear snifter clutched in his pale hand.
The establishment was of a poorer taste than he was used to, but he had found himself in need of a drink. He swirled the topaz liquid in his glass as he continued to glower at the patrons of the bar. He lifted the glass to his lips and took a particularly large swig of the alcohol.
He enjoyed the burning that the liquor had on his esophagus. It warmed his stomach, but it gave him no comfort. Dark mud-brown eyes lazily drank in the patrons one by one; he sneered in disgust until they landed on his brother. Raymond had surrounded himself with all sorts of women, nothing but harlots in Julian’s mind.
