Neil downed his fifth drink, but his body's metabolism kept him from getting drunk, and it was infuriating. He couldn't control it now, especially when his wolf insisted on keeping him sober.

"Is something wrong, Neil?" the bartender asked. "You don't usually drink this much."

"Yeah," Neil murmured as he swirled the glass on the counter and stared at the drink that was only half left. "My idiot brother... he's getting divorced."

The bartender frowned. "And what does that have to do with you?"

Neil glanced at the bartender. "What does it have to do with me, you ask? Don't you have any siblings?"

The bartender swallowed. "I have a...