Gregory's Pov
I was at the bar, the only one in the pack’s territory, surrounded by a haze of cigarette smoke and the muffled sounds of laughter and clinking glasses.
The dim lighting barely cut through the fog, casting everything in a shadowy gloom.
Tobias, was beside me, his concern evident on his face as he leaned in closer.
“Man, you need to ease up on the drinks,” he said, his voice showing his concern. “This isn’t like you.”
I barely looked at him, my focus shifting to the women around me.
Their advances were persistent, but I didn’t push them away. I just took another drink, trying to drown out the numbness that had settled over me.
“This isn’t you, Gregory,” Tobias continued, his frustration growing. “What’s going on? Why are you acting like this?”
I took another swig, my
