Calvin Finn, Gamma of The Midnight Pack grunted unsatisfactorily as he scrunched up a sheet of paper, tossing it in the wastebasket at the corner of the room.
It used to be easy. Writing down those emotions used to be the easiest way to get over the aches on his inside.
Things were different now. He couldn't convey on the fresh blank sheet how much time had changed things for him. He was a victim of fate, for it took away everything he cared about.
First his mother, now his music. Those were the only things he loved and was passionate about. Those were his perfect sanctuary.
His mother, Faye was his greatest muse. He wrote songs about the woman he had lost to Finn's uncaged anger.
Their rocky relationship as mates was an effigy of his nightmares. He blamed himself to an extent. He co
