[2 months earlier]
All resources had been exhausted, but Aysel was nowhere to be found. The familiarity of this kind of pain wrapped around me like a worn-out blanket that was too hideous to be used. I sat at my desk, the journal opened to the page where I had written that Aysel wasn’t scared of me.
The bottle of bourbon was half empty and my glass was half full. Unfortunately, liquor does nothing to numb the pain, not when it came to a werewolf. I wished I could be like those humans who could drink and drink and drink, so much so that they would be blissfully ignorant of their shitty realities for a while at least. I wish…
I took the bottle instead, opened the cap, and chugged down the contents. The sweet liquid glided down my throat. A bitter chuckle left my lips as I regarded the no
