Anastasia struggled to open a bottle of wine that they had.

The pack got huge shipments of the commodity because a neighboring pack exchanged them for military training on one of the further grounds and also for their structure.

She had only had a few sips of it before and didn't like it, but a glass of it on his mating day changed his mind.

As he mustered up the strength to rip the cork out, the bottle tilted towards him, with the added fizz, it burst up onto her face.

She was completely soaked through and her hair was dripping wet. Anastasia looked down at the bottle and resigned,...