If it was a dream, there'd be rum...

The low rumble permeating the room was too low for human ears, but Beth knew Kit and the vampires could hear the deep growls coming from the seven he-wolves in the room. She was looking at Kit, but could feel the anger welling up in Allen's throat. His eyes were turning - he was panting. There would be only seconds..1

She reached a hand up to brush against his neck, below the chin. Unlike most of the other senior males, Allen shaved, so the skin was smooth to the touch. In an instant, Beth felt the heat leave his head - watched as his eyes returned to their soft brown shade.2

The other boys were shifting uneasily. The male in charge was about to give an attack command, but Beth had averted it. Now Allen was..not quite calm, but far better than before. The he-wolf looked down at Beth and smiled weakly, then stepped up to the bar. "You wouldn't happen to have any whisky, would you?"3

Trevor and Todd walked slowly to either side of Allen, but could barely contain the excitement reeking off their skin. They loved their rum... Liz grinned. The other boys followed suit, all lining up at the bar and ordering drinks of varying potencies: rum and cokes, scotch on the rocks, tequila, vodka.4

Liz moved over to where Kit still sat beside Miriam. "I'll make sure they don't over-do it. The younger ones get rowdy after three drinks. You nearly messed up back there," she advised, but smiled. For the moment, a disaster was averted.