(Alan POV)
My heart felt like being stabbed. My body felt cold.
I tried to suppress my tears as I looked down at my mate.
She was sitting on the ground leaning against a wall. It was an alley on the back of a low rate bar. There were trash can next to her all filled and giving out a disgusting smell.
Winter was looking at us with half hooded eyes as she take sips from the liquor bottle from time to time. She was clearly drunk as she laughed pointing at us for no reason.
“Winter come on. Let’s go home” My sister said grabbing her hand but Winter harshly pushed her away before glaring.
“Who are you to tell me what to do” she said as my sister looked at her with hurtful eyes.
‘Don’t be sad Amelia. She is drunk and don’t know what she is saying’ I comforted her through our mind link.
