Samson sat at a table next to Brigid and was surrounded by people… or… well, wolves rather. Despite being in the company of so many, Samson felt very alone and empty, like a plastic Easter egg that someone forgot to fill. The party carried on around him, but he felt lost and disconnected from his environment and from those around him. Brigid was good company, and he truly adored her for everything that she was, but even in her presence, he couldn’t shake his despair. It had been like this since he lost his family. He lost his entire life in one devastating night. The only thing that drove him now was revenge against those who so brutally took the lives of his wife, Emily, and their children, Samantha and Emmitt. How he wished he could be with them again, but forces outside of his control s
