A King's Rogue and a Princess

17 Batchelor Party

"Get up boy!" I am yelled at and I jerk up in my bead ready to fight.

"You were right Hunt he is a bit jumpy."

"Told ya, Levi."

"Come on guys lay off were not here to rag on him."

"Shut it, Anders! I'm still not convinced he's good enough."

"You shut it, Brent! Give the guy a chance!"

"Why don't you all shut it!"

"Who made you the boss here, Grant! I'm the oldest."

"Really Brenton? Because you're the one acting like a pup!"

I watch all my mate's cousins argue like I'm not even here. What the crap is going on?!

"Umm... guys?" As soon as I speak all five guys turn to face me. "Why are you in my room?"

"We have been instructed to get you away for the day then have you dressed and smiling for Willow's ceremony tonight." Brenton tells me.

"It's his ceremony too donkey breath." Anders says.

"It's cute how you won't curse. You're just a little puppy ain't ya?" Hunt chuckles pinching his cheek and Anders growls.

"Paws off!"

"As fun as this is can I get dressed?" I ask noticing I am in only my boxers.

Once I am clothed we head downstairs to get breakfast.

"So what are we doing?" I ask.

"It's your Bachelor party dude! We're going to a bar of course!" Levi yells.

"I can't go to a bar. I'm only 17." Anders whines.

"We can't get him drunk anyway. Uncle Ash said he'd run us to death if we tried." Grant interjects.

"Alright what do you suggest, pup?" Levi asks Anders.

"Laser Tag?" He asks and Brenton groans.

"I'm not six Anders. I'm not gonna run around shooting toy guns like a pup." He says.

"Come on man it's fun and would be approved by the family." Hunt says.

"Umm... what's Laser tag?" I ask.

"Okay now we have to go! How can you not know what Laser tag is?" Levi yells and I just shrug.

"Fine." Brenton groans. "You all owe me."

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We spent hours running around the dimly lit, fog filled, obstacle course light show. I have to admit this is fun. The human kids are no match for us. I mean you can't expect them to stand up against a team of six werewolves ranging in age from 17 to 22.

"Alright I'm done." Brenton says sitting down in our booth and grabbing a piece of pizza.

"This is awesome and you know it!" Levi says.

"Bar would be better." He grumbles in response.

"Come on. He's probably a light weight anyway. We wouldn't be there long." Hunt chuckles looking me over.

"You ever drink Faolan?" Grant asks.

"Yea..." I answer.

Drinking isn't a big deal. It's legal at 18 most werewolves start at 16. I started drinking at 10... the Beta gave it to me so I'd "Loosen up". That thought sends a shiver down my spine. At 13 I was nearly an alcoholic. My dad found me drinking and dried me out. After a beating and close restriction I was sober a few years. When I became a rogue whiskey helped numb the pain then I got the good stuff specifically for werewolves and I was gone again. When Callan found me he helped me realize that alcohol is not a good coping mechanism.