Chapter Eight
“Humans are constantly chasing longevity. They’re always looking for ways to live longer and look younger. They don’t stop to consider what a longer life would actually mean. Brief moments on the mountaintop highs, while climbing through the depths of the valleys the rest of the time. They have no idea that at some point death is a gift, a beautiful mercy.” ~Maxim
Maxim leaned back in the creaky wooden chair, absently spinning his half-empty beer on the scarred tabletop. Across from him, Alexsey was regaling their small group with a story about his latest exploits in Minsk, eliciting raucous laughter from the other wolves.
Normally, Maxim would be right there with them, eager for any distraction from his increasingly dark thoughts these days. But tonight he wasn’t in the m
