Trevor
Riley and I take turns describing the features of the guy we saw to the sketch artist. We watch as the artist makes this man turn alive. Down to every last freckle on his face. Once both of us are satisfied, we make color copies of this guy's face. We are going to give one to all pack members, so everyone can be looking for him.
We send a group of omegas to distribute the pictures. I go up to my floor. I decided not to drink myself into a stupor tonight. It feels strange to be alone. My goal in life was never to spend a night alone. I guess this is really rock bottom.
I hear the elevator ding. I get my hopes up as I imagine Laney coming through those doors. Dreams don’t come true because Max steps out of the elevator.
“Dude, I don’t want to see you right now,” I tell
