Diego's POV
Leo’s footsteps had barely faded when I poured myself two fingers of scotch and sank into the armchair by the fire. Prior to this day, I'd told myself that I was slowly swearing off alcohol, and to an extent, I really had. The night I brought Kali into the pack made it a full week since I last had something to drink. I wasn't against alcohol,but I figured it clogged how clearly thoughts made their way to the back of my mind.
I usually only drank when I needed to clear my thoughts, and if Leo's presence wasn't enough reason, then I had no idea what else would suffice. I shot the glass one last glance before gulping its content all at once. The burn that came with it wasn't nearly enough, and it took the scotch to settle in that pit of my belly before I finally realized what
