Sometime in the late afternoon, Deucalion finally managed to pick himself up off the floor. It took three tries for him to go into the master bedroom. When he eventually did, he avoided looking at the bed and the empty armoire. What he couldn't ignore was the half empty closet. He actually thought he'd have preferred to see her things next to his. The emptiness ate at him. Sebastian and the others had been fast in getting her gone.
In the bathroom, his bladder screamed in relief when he finally decided to take a piss. And his muscles didn't object to the hot water of the shower. The wolf in his head continued to whimper, hiding in the darkness of the back of his mind. He wanted Allison.
"We are too f*****g bad," Deucalion growled out loud. "She's never coming back. Might as well get over
