A change of heart

Luciano's POV

"Please accept my sincere condolences once again, Alpha." One of the pack elders said as the diggers covered mother's mahogany casket with earth.

"Thanks, Elder." I nodded, subconsciously reaching into my pocket for my lighter before realizing that I had left it at the dungeon.

I was gradually getting addicted to smoking which wasn't a good thing in the slightest.

I could only imagine the nagging I would have gotten from my mother if she were alive.

She had always been against me smoking and drinking excessively.

Mother would often tell me that alcohol and cigars could only suppress my worries for a while before I get dragged back to the harsh reality of life.

And she was right.

I had been smoking since she died ten days ago, yet I couldn't get a single hour of peaceful sleep at night.

Everything tormented me–from the disturbing voice of my wolf telling me I was making a bad decision by tormenting Freya down to the gory image of mother lying in a pool of her own blood i