Everest’s P.O.V
The beer drifts down my throat like air. Alcohol seems to be my best enemy for these past few days because it numbs my wolf. Makes him drowsy. I like him like that; when his emotions don’t push through like tidal waves.
Ben’s at school. I dropped him off a half hour ago – not even ten in the morning, and I’m already drinking.
The reason?
Well, the reason’s obvious. Avery has been playing on my mind. The way I should’ve marked and killed her when I first met her. But I didn’t, and now it’s come back to haunt me, because those gorgeous waves of dark hair and bright green eyes are everything I see when I close my eyes, even to blink. The guilt. And then I imagine those dark locks sprawled around her heart-shaped face in a coffin, and those perfect emerald irises staring de
