Chapter 30. Charles Dura

Charles kept relieving, the dreams over and over again, and he searched for his wife and son everywhere, in the end the pack members vanished, like they never existed, and he kept travelling from town to city.

Now he was living in a shady run-down motel, with no family and nowhere to call home, his life was just filled with drinking and fights from bar to bar, and he was miserable.

Most of the populated werewolf towns he went to said they’d never heard anything about his family, some packs rejected him from putting up in their town because they didn’t want trouble with rogue werewolves.

Charles sat at the bar drinking, he opened his phone, looking at the pictures of his family, when they were still living happily before he did what he did.

Most nights he’d wake up in a frenzy from the horrible dreams he had, he remembered the smell of burning woods, when he drove his hands through Jacob’s chest. Jacob would’ve made him feel less guilty if he didn’t smile at t