Chapter 15 - Claire

Ezra stood in the corner watching the 'meeting'. Actually, it was just a formal barbeque where the alphas just stiffly stood around and the pack members acted like they were a part of a clique.

"Here," a beer cup hung in front of his face.

Ezra took it with a smile. "what's yup Claire? See anyone you like?"

"As if. My mate is none of the douchebags." She scoffed.

He nodded. Yes, this meeting had another hidden purpose. That was to assist young wolves in finding their destined mate. If one is stuck in a single pack, they might not necessarily find their destined one. So, they travel around attending meetings such as this in hopes of finding their one.

Ezra could already spot a few wolves who seem to be in their zone.

Sighing, he gulped down his beer. His eighteenth birthday is soon to arrive. he had no clue if his mate was here or not.

But…

His gaze fell on Rio. 'He is definitely older than eighteen but why hasn't he found his mate yet… would he find his mate here…. I hope it's not a good woman. No one deserves douche like that guy.' Scoffing, he rolled his eyes.

Suddenly, he could feel a strange sense of suppression falling onto him.

Gazing to his right, he noticed Rio glaring his way. His pupils were bloodshot and they were turning gray indicating his wolf was on the verge of coming out.

'What the fuck is wrong with that psycho? One second, he is grinning and acting like a douche and the other he glares at me like I'm his worst enemy. Well… I am his worst enemy.' He nodded to himself.

"Hey why is that guy looking at you like that?" Claire whispered into his ear.

"I have no fucking clue. But stay away from him. He has too many notches on his bedpost already."

Claire's eyes widened. "Really? You don't say. He does look like a fuck boy." She nodded, sipping on her beer.

Claire was just a few years older than him and she was his sister's best friend. He kind of grew up with her and was very close to her. She was his sister from another family. she returned only recently back to the pack after going on a world tour.

Ezra grinned her way. "What do you say we get piss drunk and pee in the pool?"

"Ohh I love it." She happily dragged him off to the beer table.

The other pack members moved away as they got close.

Roiling his eyes Ezra picked up a few beers and gulped it down.

Normal human beer cannot do anything to their metabolism, (i.e.) they can't get drunk. Like at all. But their special wine is brewed in such a way that the alcohol content is retained to the max. if a human drank one sip of it, it would cause straight-up alcohol poisoning, but to them, it was a very tasty beer.

"Hey want to have a competition on who gets drunk first?" Claire nudged him.

"You bet I do." He sneakily got a head start and started to chug down a few.

"Hey, that's cheating." Laughing, she also started to do as he did.

By the ten-minute mark he had drunk almost twenty cups of beer and it was starting to get nauseating. "I... I don't feel good." He burped loudly.

Looking to the side, he did not see Claire anywhere. "Claire?"

"Here," a small hand raised from under the beer table.

"What are you doing under there?" he squatted down with a soft giggle.

"I am trying to hide my puke face." she grinned drunkenly.

Ezra chuckled pulling her out. "You, my girl, are drunk as hell that means I won."

"boooo I win. You lose."

"No, I win and you lose/"

Claire glared at him with her fists on her hips. "I win."

Looking at her cute defensive posture, he couldn't hold back his laughter. "fine you win."

She grinned victoriously. "of course, I always win. Ughhh… I… I'm going."

"Where?" he grabbed her hand.

She embarrassedly looked his way. "To pee. I don't think I can handle this... God what was I thinking drinking that much?" She seemed slightly sober by now so Ezra let go of her.

"Be careful, okay? There are too many wolves around."

"I know." She rolled her eyes and ran into the pack house.

Ezra just sat on the ground holding his aching head. Chugging down so many cups was not such a great idea in retrospective.

He chuckled. "I never have great ideas anyways…"

He waited there for a while but he still didn't spot Claire anywhere around.

Frowning he stood up unsteadily and walked around.

Still, she was nowhere to be found.

"What is taking her so long?" he walked into the pack house.

the lower level was filled with their own pack members who did not wish to talk to the others. He searched the bathroom nearby.

No Claire.

He walked up to the second flora and started to search room by room.

Only his room seemed to be slightly opened.

Without a thought, he walked in. "Don't go stealing my clothes cuz you stole my favorite last….."

But what he saw made his blood boil.

Rio Velveta lying on top of a clearly drunk Claire who had her top sliding off.

"You! You fucker! Die!!!!"