Magnus had just stepped away to talk to a group of Alphas about some pack matters, leaving me standing near the table with an array of drinks. I watched him go, feeling a little lost without him by my side. The room felt bigger and louder suddenly, with so many people milling about, dressed in their expensive clothes and casting curious glances my way.
I glanced over at the half-full glass of whatever it was Magnus had been drinking before he left. It looked like something strong, but curiosity got the better of me. I picked it up and took a sip. Immediately, the liquid burned as it slid down my throat, but it wasn't unpleasant. In fact, it was sweet, with an undertone of something sharp.
"Hmm, not bad," I mumbled to myself, feeling the warmth spread through my chest. Emboldened by the sweetness, I downed the rest of the glass, feeling a little buzz in my head almost instantly. My cheeks felt warmer, and I grinned.
