I'll get the booze

Azure let out a nervous laugh - something very uncharacteristic for the stoic boy. Glancing across at his son in surprise, he grabbed another swipe of the liquor. A mistake, as it turned out to be. Azure’s next words had the liquid burning down the wrong pipe, and the Warlord spluttered, coughing as Azure swiped it for another sip. Sirius slapped his chest and cleared his throat.

Before the Warlord could speak, Azure rambled quickly, explaining how he had made efforts not to break the pack’s laws. Sirius cleared his throat. “Who else knows about this?” he asked, thinking for a moment. The pack's laws had been broken, but Sirius wanted those grandbabies. Barely a thought, a brief idea, and already his heart consolidated around one, loud, unignorable word. Mine.

"Speech"