His mother kept calling, but he wouldn't pick up. He had taken my phone from me and thrown it away.

"I'm sorry," he said.

I had never seen him in such desperate state. This version of Hugo looked so strange to me, surely.

Finally, we arrived at a hotel and lodged into a room. He was so tired that he wouldn't even touch his food or take a shower; he just dozed off.

As I wondered what had happened between him and the alpha, my eyes went straight to the black bottle. He had it in his hands. I managed to take it off him. Boy, It smelled so bad...