Two Mates

Tristan

Roaming the woods wasn't my thing, to begin with; I preferred the indoor life, labs, and screws, mixing and jotting down with oil stains on my hands. Or maybe in my wing, with a bottle of liquor in hand.

I tried to quit the bottle several times, but it never really worked out. There was always something to use it for.

I breathed in the scent of Pearl pack. Once my mother's domain, before she passed on through circumstances that stacked in my head, replaying over and over again, though the two packs were joined together in marriage, Mother had made it mandatory for the pack to be given to me. Not Alpha Talon. My father.

It was the most beautiful of the three packs; it's tropical, not moving an inch as the only infrastructure was the pack house.

Overhead, the full moon glared bright. The tiredness from my shift that happened the night before had me craving sleep, so it seemed I wouldn't need help from liquor to sleep tonight. All I needed was the crash.

Which I was about to do w