That Time I Got Drunk and Yeeted a Love Potion at a Werewolf (Mead Mishaps, #2)

by Kimberly Lemming

“But with the church being burned down, and you know… the economy.” “Felix,” I said, impatience bleeding into my voice. “Well, it turns out if you show up with claws, fangs, and three orcs, they’ll let you do just about anything.”