Brock staggered towards the pub nestled in the heart of pack territory, leaving Melania to numb her anger with vodka's icy burn. Evening's blue-black cloak enveloped the world as he swayed, slightly buzzed—a wolf's resilience to spirits almost rendering him unassailable to drunken oblivion. Since interweaving his fate with Melania's, a lonely night had become an alien concept. He consoled himself with the thought of her foreseeable forgiveness and grunted dismissively at the night.
Navigating the dimly lit streets that faded into the foreboding forest's embrace, Brock trudged down the dirt path, bordered by whispering trees, which snaked towards the quaint house—an oasis scented with Melania's tantalizing essence.
Locked doors were trivial hurdles; his fingers found the key perched secr
