EISEN’S POV
14 hours earlier… 11pm in Dennehotso
Knock. Knock. Knock.
I lifted my chin from where it was slumped against my chest, wiping at my dry lips with a groan. A half-empty bottle of High West Rye sat on the dinette table in front of me, a reserve I’d hidden away when I’d poured the rest of my stash down the drain.
A single phone call from my ex was all that it had taken to sink my short-lived sobriety, and I was just drunk enough not to feel guilty about it.
The Ahtones would be fine. My Gammas, Dallas and Wayne, were watching over them- both decent wolves with good instincts. They wouldn't hesitate to alert me if anything appeared out of the ordinary, and if for some reason it did, I bounced back quickly. I was a functioning alcoholic afterall.
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