Bryan’s pov
The next morning when I woke up Brina was already gone, actually from the looks of things its like she never slept here.
I got off the bed, took a shower and got dressed properly before following her scent, I found her sitting under a tree with a bottle of wine.
Next to her were two more bottles of wine but they were empty, “hey what’s wrong?” I asked her and she pouted.
“being a werewolf is what is wrong, I drank almost 3 bottles of wine and yet I am not even a little buzzed. Okay a little maybe but I still feel things and still thinking” she said and took a large sip of wine.
I sat next to her and took the bottle of wine from her and took a sip, she looked at me and gave me a sad smile.
I saw pain in her eyes, the pain she showed when we took her to her aunt’s house
