Chapter 27: Sacrilege

Ivy

Glancing at the beer in my hand, I was embarrassed to realize that I had never actually had alcohol before. Don’t get me wrong, I wasn't against it but there hadn’t been many situations in my life where I’d had the opportunity to drink.

In most packs, drinking beer and harder forms of liquor were usually reserved for the men.

Female shifters occasionally drank wine during their monthly moon times to alleviate the pain. But my stuffy mother hadn’t allowed me the opportunity.

I took a sip of the beer and immediately scrunched my nose up at it - it tasted like cold piss! Aidan laughed and Dylan smacked him on the arm.

“She’s a girl, you dumb ass! She’s not going to want to drink the swill that we do,” Dylan said to which Aidan shrugged.

“Come on, Ivy. I’ll find you a drink,” he stood and offered me his hand. I took it and he grabbed the beer from my hand and shoved it into his brother’s.