Charlie POV
The bottle of whisky in front of me is half empty, but there are twelve more bottles on my office floor. Each one has been drained of its contents. I don't think there is any liquor left in the Gravestone Pack house, which is both good and bad for me.
Good, because I am pretty sure I am drunk. Bad, because I don't want to think about facing Destin and Wren.
I wanted to take Wren as a chosen mate. She is perfect and would make an excellent Luna, but now that I am faced with her being my second chance mate, I am not sure I can do it. She isn't Shelly.
I met Shelly before the war began. I was the orphaned son of a disgraced Alpha, and she was the daughter of an Alpha. Goddess, her father hated me. He didn't think I would be enough for her, but Shelly wouldn't
