Rhys
Fuck.
Well that was one word for the way everything was turning out.
Standing here, staring at Harper, it was like someone took a knife and was stabbing it into my chest over and over again.
“Don’t you have anything to say to me?” she asked.
I scoffed “you said you needed help Harper, and I owe you one favor so talk or get out”
When Grace left, five years ago that night I was a mess…. I forgot what it was like to function without alcohol and honestly, without Declan, the pack could have been a whole mess.
Back then, it was like the will to live have eluded me, sounded like some fantasy that I could never live.
And then on one of those nights when I was particularly drunk in the pack in the bar, I saw Harper… she used to have a mate that physically abused her, and that night sh
