My eyes blink slowly as I grip the drink harder in my hand. While the plastic crinkles, he laughs at something someone said.

His smile has always been something I've loved. Something I want to see all of the time.

I feel my heart beat skip when he walks past me, glancing at me in the process.

Closing my eyes I shake my head free of thoughts. Thoughts I shouldn't be thinking.

I have to stop that, it's not healthy for me.

I thought it would be fun to come drink with people after the hunt, but it just turned into me thinking about a guy.

A guy I can't have.

To take my mind off of things I look out one of the large windows. The dark black sky starts becoming a lighter navy as the sun peeks over the horizon.

It's close to becoming morning, we all knew we wouldn't get much sleep.

I never really do anyways.

I find my eyes traveling up to him once again.

When I'm drunk I always have a tendency to become more attached. I become more interested when I've had a few drinks.

Sighing I try to fight my mind.

This is why I need a mate. God, I'm so desperate to get a mate it's insane.

Some people don't even care if they find them, but not me. If I could leave for days just to find the perfect one, I would.

I bite my lip looking away quickly when he sits on the couch next to me. "Why aren't you dancing with any of us?" He asks over the music.

He frowns tilting his head slightly. Oh god.

I shrug to his question even though I know exactly the reason. I'm just not in the damn mood to. "Tired," I simply state.

"Koda, come on. You love dancing, we love dancing."

I look down to the hand that's shaking my shoulder. He doesn't know how he affects me. "Sebastian, we have plenty of time to dance later tonight."

I give him a smile, looking away once again.

He's oblivious because he's my best friend.

And he's just our friend. Stop thinking about him differently. I know, exactly.

Nothing but a friend.

"Willa!" Sebastian yells over his shoulder smirking when he looks back to me.

I feel a smile tug onto my lips. This'll be interesting.

She waddles over giggling, Faye right beside her. They were both talked into drinking tonight by some of the other people here. It's been quite a sight seeing them like this.

Poor Greyson has been trying to wrangle both of them.

She hums to Seb, telling him that she's listening. "Don't you think Koda should come dance?" He smirks over to me making me roll my eyes.

Willa and Faye both nod their head rapidly. I don't even have time to process before Willa grabs my hand hoisting me off the couch.

I almost fall from the strength she used, that little thing packs a punch.

"Koda," she slurs making Faye erupt in giggles behind. "Just go wild."

I have to hide my amused expression from the state she's in. That's the exact time I see Greyson come behind her clamping down on her small shoulders.

"Let's get you back upstairs, yeah?" Grey asks calmly. But he looks more amused then I do.

"Grey," she whines. I feel Seb step beside me making me roll my neck taking a sip from my cup timidly. "I just wanted to dance, have fun-I don't know-do something that I'll regret." She stumbles to the side while trying to reason.

"You'll regret drinking so much when you wake up in a few hours," Grey tells her smirking. "How about that?"

She looks up to the ceiling as if she's thinking for a good second. It take no time for her to respond. "Better then nothing I guess," she says.

I wish Grey a quite "good luck" once I see him helping her up the stairs. I find Faye already off dancing with some other she-wolf.

Before Seb can come back and check to see if I made it to the dance floor, I decide to follow Willa and Grey's lead.

I quickly head to bed.

I thought I was more drunk earlier, yet I feel completely sober and aware.

I'm definitely, one hundred percent aware that Sebastian is just my friend.

I am also completely aware that I need to find my mate before I do something I'll regret.

Tripping on the step I feel Grey grab my hips steadying my position. I giggle, just like every other time I fell.

I don't drink, but peer pressure got to me tonight. Another tradition they said. So of course, I got guilt tripped into it.

But now I feel great.

"We'd go faster if I just carry you," Grey tells me.

Smacking his hands off my hips I take another step. "No, I'm a big girl."

He sighs as I watch the stairs below me twist and curl every time I try to step on them.

This only makes me stare at them trying to figure out where exactly my foot should go. I should either step to the left or the right. I just don't know which one is more accurate.

Or maybe it's closer to me then I expected?

"Alright that's it," before I can step Grey sweeps me off my feet taking me the rest of the way.

At first I denied his offer, but now I think being carried was the best option.

Laughing, I wrap my arm around the back of his neck looking up at the ceiling. I watch it whirl past us as Greyson opens the door to our bedroom.

He sets me down softly making sure I can stand on my own. "Do you need clothes to change into?" He asks already turning to go into the closet.

"No," I tell him quickly making him turn around. I shoot him a smirk before stripping off my shirt in shorts.

Giving him a wide grin I twirl in my bra and underwear, I'm too lazy to trade attires right now.

Giggling i stumble from the twirling. Grey comes to my side making sure I'm okay, but I just ignore him walking past.

Huffing out a breath I walk across the room. The bed is the opposite way, so maybe that's why Grey came after me again trying to softly maneuver me to the bed.

Quickly I press play on the vinyl player, it turns slowly before sound starts to softly play from the speakers.

"Dance," I yawn grabbing his hands. I place them on my lower hips. Then I put mine around his neck swaying slowly.

"You need to sleep. It's either that or you won't make it through all of the festival." He smiles, his eyes flicking down to my exposed body momentarily.

In reaction I quickly press my body to his, hoping to get a reaction.

He closes his eyes shaking his head, "Little one, we need to go to bed." Grey pulls me backwards while he smirks down to me.

"You're a party pooper," I pout as we fall on the bed together.

"I know," he sighs pulling my hair away from my face.

Sighing I look around the room as my head is tucked in the crook of his neck. The music still slowly hums a quiet melody in the air.

My eyes slowly blink as the music sings me to sleep.

Trying to fight the slumber that wants to creep up on me, I move my head widening my eyes. I don't want to fall asleep, not yet at least.

Greyson shushes me quietly, rubbing his fingers up and down my back. I feel my skin arise with goosebumps, feeling my body involuntarily shiver.

"I'm not tired-" I yawn. "-Greyson."

He hums softly, "I know." He whispers continuing to draw mindless circles.

Slowly my head nods off to the side, my eyes sliding closed slowly. On instinct I bury my head deeper into his neck.

I don't even realize that my body refuses to open my eyes again. It only takes me a second to fall asleep.

~~~

My eyes shoot open when I feel someone shaking me lightly. Looking to the side panicked, I see Greyson's smiling softly.

Cringing as my head starts to pound, he instantly lets out a chuckle. "How do you feel?" He asks. He's careful not to speak too loudly seeing the discomfort on my face.

Groaning I roll onto my side. "My head hurts, and my mouth is really dry." I click my mouth feeling like there's no moisture on my tongue at all.

It feel so grainy and dry that a desert could reside in there.

I knew I shouldn't of drank last night. I'm such a light weight because I never drink.

And the harvest fest is tonight.

I'm an idiot. Pretty much.

A shiver runs down my spine. I look down to my body, my eyes go wide when I look back to Greyson. "Why am I almost naked?"

Sitting up quickly I pull the blankets over myself to get some more warmth.

He laughs sliding his hand across the side of my neck. "You don't remember?" I shake my head in response. I can only remember a little bit after I drank, but I do not remember coming up here to the bedroom.

He kisses my forehead quickly before rolling off of the bed. I happen to catch the look of amusement he wears as he walks to the bathroom. "You kind of just stripped as soon as we came up here. Not to mention that you're very hard to persuade when you're drunk. It took me a good thirty minutes to coax you to sleep."

Frowning I roll over to my side, pulling the blankets up to my neck. I don't feel like responding to my stupid behavior last night. It's embarrassing just hearing about it.

My eyes slip closed once again. I don't know how long they were shut until the blankets rip off of me.

I instantly curl in a ball, watching a smirking Greyson. "Stop," I whine. "My head hurts."

Hurts is an understatement.

He grabs my hands hoisting me into a sitting position. "It'll go away in a little bit, we don't get hangovers for too long."

My head rolls back in objection as he tries to get me to stand. "Willa," he laughs. "We have to start getting read for the festival, people will start to arrive soon."

With another huff of resistance I finally stand, wrapping the blanket around my shoulders in the process.

People are coming this soon?

I thought everyone would start coming when the sun sets. Not mid-day.

"I'll go get you some breakfast to help," he tells me as I stable myself against the doorway to the closet.

Grey ruffles his black hair, his skin has gotten more tan since he's been outside everyday setting up for the festival.

He looks good.

But when does he not?

"Thank you," I whisper giving him a small kiss on his lips.

Pulling away, he looks over his shoulder at me before opening the door.

As the door clicks shut, I slide slowly down to the floor. In just a second I lay on the floor closing my eyes again.

Just a few more minutes.

Greyson's going to be so annoyed. Oh well.