Second Mate

**Kaelen

Alpha Torin Blake of the Darkgale Pack tipped the crystal decanter, sending a dark ribbon of red wine cascading into my goblet. The earthy scent of fermented grapes filled the space between us. He shook a stubborn lock of gray-white hair out of his eyes, his expression far too relaxed for the tension brewing along our borders.

"Have another drink, Vance. It won't kill you," Torin offer