Chapter 12. Regret

Tristan

Present Day (Same Night of the Meeting)

I groaned against the warm lights blinding me. Even the low music hurt my ears.

A blurry haze took over . The only thing that I could process properly was the sound of the bar music and the sting of alcohol scratching at my throat.

Were it any normal human with the quantity I'd taken, they would have passed out by now. But I was no human.

Gritting my teeth, I took another swig of undiluted whiskey from the glass.

I couldn't stand the idea of staying in that pack any longer. Not with her words haunting me. Despite the cost I knew our pack could carry I ordered us and booked all the available rooms in the luxurious hotel. I could barely spare a glance at any of them before tracing the path to the b