Rafael sat on the grass and stared at the sky. He felt heavy inside. The decisions he made weren't easy. They were his pack members and friends, but a law is a law. He let out a sigh for the nth time when someone handed him a beer.
"Care to have a drink with me?" Tequila said and sat beside him while he grabbed the bottle.
"I felt horrible, T," he said. "I was clueless the whole time and unintentionally hurting Morgan," he added.
"I felt like a complete d**k for taking his fated mate away from him. For taking his happiness," Rafael said and drink the beer he's holding.
"All this time. f**k!" Rafael cursed and dropped the bottle on the ground after he finished drinking it.
"Grace made her choice and Morgan was a lovesick fool for her," Tequila replied. They went silent for a minute.
