The next day, I knock on the door to Jack's study. It was wrong of me to run away from our conversation. I didn't let him explain but I needed time to get my head together.
I know from Emma that Jack was a mess after I left the party. He apparently shifted in the woods and ran all the way home.
Impatient that Jack wasn't coming to the door, I turn the knob and push open the door. I bite back a gasp from escaping my lips. The room is a mess. Papers are scattered everywhere and books from his shelves are knocked down.
Jack is the type of guy that's always tidy. He likes things clean and the sight before me was not what his study usually looks like.
Amidst all of the mess, I see Jack slumped on his throne like seat. An empty bottle of whiskey on the table. A soft snore is coming from his
