Chapter 44 Graymoon Pack – Alpha's Private Quarters, Late Night

• The firelight flickered low, casting twisted shadows against the stone walls. The room stank of broken whiskey and desperation.
• Sean stood in front of the cracked mirror, fists braced on the vanity’s edge, his breathing ragged.
• Sweat dampened the collar of his shirt. Blood—his own—marked his knuckles where they’d connected with the wall. His gaze was unfocused, wild, pupils blown wide as if Jenna’s image had branded itself into the back of his skull.