Jackson slumped in a dimly lit bar, surrounded by the solace of empty bottles. The scent of alcohol lingered, providing a temporary escape for him. His wolf genes might have granted him some resilience, but the desire to drown his sorrows persisted.
The shock of being fired by Richmond, his longtime employer, for attending his own daughter's presentation weighed heavily on Jackson. It was a betrayal that echoed through the empty spaces of the bar. As he brooded over Richmond's inexplicable actions, his mind sought solace in the numbness that alcohol could provide.
Jackson still furious with Richmond's decision, questioned the motives behind Richmond's harsh decision. Was it a consequence of Richmond's inability to find a mate, or was jealousy fueling this unexpected betrayal?
"Jackson," a voice interrupted his thoughts, and he turned to see Thomas, a fellow werewolf of higher lineage. Despite not sharing the same pack, their friendship endured.
