Paige's POV
I jumped in my seat and slowly turned to the table next to me after I heard a loud thud and crash. Ares is now crying after turning the table upside down. He's wasted. So is Alex, who's resting his back against the wall, staring at Aunt Precy's picture. The scent of their grief and alcohol fills the air, making my heightened senses ache. On the other hand, Achi heaved a sigh and slowly put the tray of coffee on the visitors' table. He walked towards his brother and started cleaning the mess in silence. His face was grim but I can see in his eyes that he's worried.
Everyone was silent. No one dares to speak. Only the sorrow and darkness of pain is reigning the cold four-cornered room. After the funeral, we gathered here to pay respect. Pack members from The Lightning Pac
