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There is a deceased highly trained heartless killer werewolf in the corner of the room tonight, only you can't really tell that by looking at him. He seems to be focused on his rum, face a little blank. He's wishing it were easier for him to get drunk, for several reasons:
1. That he slept with this.
2. That he told Suzi to shove off.
3. That, once again, he's had a false source of happiness shoved on him.
4. For making a complete ass of himself, in more ways than one.
He's not quite worked up the nerve to find his packmates yet, and honestly isn't entirely sure they want to speak to him, either. Mostly, though, he just wants to forget about all of it.
Stupid werewolf metabolism.
1. That he slept with this.
2. That he told Suzi to shove off.
3. That, once again, he's had a false source of happiness shoved on him.
4. For making a complete ass of himself, in more ways than one.
He's not quite worked up the nerve to find his packmates yet, and honestly isn't entirely sure they want to speak to him, either. Mostly, though, he just wants to forget about all of it.
Stupid werewolf metabolism.