Elias POV
I was sprawled across my bed, an empty vodka bottle lying next to me on the mattress, when pounding erupted on my bedroom door.
I ignored it, staring blankly at the ceiling, until the door slammed open. Luke stood in the doorway, his new mate Emory hovering just behind him.
“Get out,” I muttered, rolling onto my side so I didn’t have to look at them.
“Elias, you need to get your ass out of this bed,” Luke barked. His voice carried the tone of command, but I didn’t move. I didn’t have the energy, and I sure as hell didn’t have anything to say to him.
“Alpha,” Luke pushed, his voice hardening, “you need to get up. This pack is depending on you. They need their leader.”
“Their Queen is dead,” I said flatly.
“You don’t know that,” Luke shot back, his voice rising in frustratio
