Jaxon's POV
Anger, grief, and emptiness all welled up inside me as I took an enormous gulp from the tequila bottle in front of me. There I was, losing my mind, standing in front of my desk with rage coursing through my veins. I wanted to wallow in the gloom, sink myself in the immersing subtle anguish, but at the same time, I wanted to rip fleshes apart. Tears gathered in my eyes, but I blinked them back. That was something I never did_ cry_ but this time it was different. The tough walls I built around my heart weren't as strong anymore.
Kate was dead
“f**k!" I hurled the bottle of wine in my hand on the wall and watched it shatter. I had thought drinking was going to ease both myself and my wolf, but that did nothing. My thinking and my wolf's were in sync, but he was out of control.
