---Drake---
Every day passed, I feel weaker. This may be the end of me. Now that she's gone and thinking that she can't go back to me, every piece of me started dying. My eyes turned to the bottle of whiskey in my hand. It's just whiskey and me on this cold night. I know that I can't live without her.
'You know, that won't help.' Laurence speaks.
'Leave me alone,' I demand him.
'No. At this moment, I am not your Beta, but your brother and best friend.'
'She is not going back to me.' I murmur. It kills me. My heartfelt like it shattered into pieces, and my wolf was in pain. He's howling in my mind like he's mourning.
'Don't be so absurd! She does it on purpose. We have to make a move and plan for the war!'
I shook my head and poured another whiskey. He snatched my martini glass from me and he swigs it into his mouth. I drink on the bottle and laugh at the thought that this is me. I am miserable.
