80. Rowan's POV
I thought that burying my mother was going to make the pain go away, but it became worse.
I can't sleep at night. I keep on thinking about my mother in her coffin. What if she suddenly wakes up? What if she suddenly needs to be dug out? She will suffocate to death!
I know that it's very crazy, but alcohol is the only thing that is keeping me sane right now. There is a special alcohol for werewolves and it's kept at the top shelf in the kitchen.
I grab it and make my way to the top roof of the house. There I look into the distance and drown all the crazy thoughts out of my head.
I wipe my nose with the back of my hand and curse out to nothing. I had no idea that this is how grief feels like.
It hurts so bad and normally, my mother would be the one I would run to
