It's in the middle of the night. The half moon light Shines through my window as I sit alone in my suite, gaze in the fire. A glass of alcohol in my hand.
It takes long before an Alpha get drunk. One of the ability I hate. I’m on the twelveth bottle. The effect is coming in an irritatingly slow way.
I drop the glass cup on the small table, switching to pouring the liquor straight through from the bottle into my throat.
*Tell me who she was, Rean. Or I swear I'm burying us in a coffin. Every full moon we’ll scream excruciatingly together. And trust me I am going to let it last for a long long years*
My wolf, Rean growl low.
*You and I know who is going to get affected the most*
*Tell me, Rean*
*You know who she is you are just stubborn to admit it*
I grit my teeth until my molars a
