Two grown men were lying on the floor of a small bar in the packhouse of Declan and Hailey. They both were looking at the ceiling and singing out in the worst pitch of a pop song they remembered from their teens. In each of their hands was a half-empty bottle of whiskey, Greyson wanted to drown his sorrows at the loss of his mate. And Jaxen wanted to drown his sorrows of never finding his mate, the both of them were pitiful as they laid there in their drunken state. Hailey and Edward had been dismissed from the hospital, so they all had moved to the packhouse. But Greyson’s saddened state had both young men wallow in their pity and own self-loathing. They ended up both on the floor as they could not keep up straight anymore, only the two of them had sauntered down to the bar area to drink
