-Bruce-
Quinn and I didn’t sleep. He was out running all night, and I sat on the balcony drinking. I knew I should quit, put the flask away together with the cigarettes, but as I had told Quinn, something was wrong with me as well.
I watched, close to morning, as Quinn returned, covered in mud and blood and walking toward the house naked. At least he didn’t seem to have any problems with shifting, but I hoped that was animal blood and not some poor pack member. Everyone was avoiding Quinn like the plague, going in large circles around him, but they had brought this upon themselves.
I took a swig from the flask, not even feeling the burn of the alcohol before bringing the cigarette to my lips. I looked at the sun slowly rising, not feeling inclined to move. Some days I wondered how I ev
