Logan's POV
"Do you think we should stop them?" Mason turned to me as he asked the question. The them in question being both of our alphas, Rhett and Hayden, currently in the midst of chugging down beer after beer.
Being from a sort of reclusive pack and trained to be the head of one of the largest and most well-developed packs in a very long mile, Rhett and Hayden had never had quite the chance to… be kids. They never had the chance to drink or party or generally put their feet up.
And it was because of this fact that I ended up saying what I did. "They can have a few more drinks," I told him, unaware as to the twins' obviously fragile state in those moments.
Rhett and Hayden were currently deeply invested in a game of who could drink the most beers in a single row, with Hayden surprisingly being in the lead.
"Logan, I really don't think it's a good idea for them to be drinking so much. Their tolerance is low as it is." I looked at Mason and then back to the twins.