Rowan sat in an armchair with a glass of hard liquor in his hand. The veins in his head were bursting, making him want to burst his head somewhere to get rid of the pain, however there was nothing he could do, not even to stop his raging thoughts.
His city was in danger and he was here, miles away, captive in Escalara which just so happened to be the pack of the woman whom he had loved with all his heart and the woman who had also betrayed him without a single wrinkle in her charming facade.
"Ro." He heard someone say quietly, their voice filled with regret and remorse, which was pretty much all that he felt at the moment along with an unflinching urge to splatter Ophelia's head against a rock.
"Rowan." Kol called out again. Rowan still didn't look up. "Eat something. You haven't eaten
