~QUINN~

It was so fucking annoying how alcohol that was supposed to be one of the quickest solutions to drown one's depression turned out to be useless when it came to my situation. Well, I had to thank my werewolf genes for that. At this moment, the moon goddess deserved four middle fingers from me, if that was even possible. I was sure she was laughing at my predicament at the moment. I wouldn't blame her though. It was a predicament I put myself in.

I looked around the bar. There was so much chatter. Nothing more than the usual. Men drinking and gossiping. On the TV stationed on the...