Tyler's POV
I sat at the bar, swirling the amber liquid in my glass, my mind clouded with a mix of alcohol and thoughts. The place was dimly lit, the low hum of conversations creating a background noise that match my restless mind. My life has been a series of meaningless hookups and endless bottles lately, a way to drown out the chaos that seems to follow me.
My phone buzzed, and I lazily reached for it, glancing at the screen. Luke's name flashed, "Great," I sighed before answering. "What's up?" I grunted, not bothering with pleasantries.
"Tyler, did you know about Danielle's wolf?" Luke's voice held a hint of irritation, I leaned back, letting out a slow breath.
"Yeah, I knew. Didn't think it was a secret," I replied, taking another sip of my drink.
"Could've given me a heads up,"
