When the Werewolf saw Ethan on the balcony, it increased its speed before jumping high up in the air and landing deftly a few meters away from Ethan.
“Let me guess, Lily has passed out due to alcohol, right?” Lyall, who was still in her Werewolf form, asked in a teasing tone.
“Why am I not surprised to see you here, Lyall?” Ethan shook his head helplessly. “You planned this, didn't you? You made sure that Lily would get drunk on our first night together.”
“Well, you’re not wrong,” Lyall chuckled. “I just didn’t expect her alcohol tolerance to be that weak. She only drank four glasses of champagne.”
“And how many did you drink?”
“Just two. I know how to drink in moderation, you know?”
Ethan crossed his arms over his chest as he looked at the Red Werewolf who walked up to him.
“Since my sister is out for the count, why don’t I take her place?” Lyall inquired.
“Are you still mad because I didn’t add you to the Promised Ceremony?” Ethan inquired.