Chapter 0192


    Raven


    Every single day I sat and waited. Thirty days and still nothing. Complete radio silence. Not a single link, nothing, but he was still alive.


    I lean back against the stairs, letting it dig into my back as I close my eyes trying to force a line between us to open


    "Why won''t it work?!" I snap at midnight. My sanity was holding on by a thread.


    You know why." She mutters back, just as frustrated.


    "Well that''s a fucking stupid reason.” I shouldn''t have to mark him to be able to link him. He had already imed me.


    She nods her head in agreement. It doesn''t make me feel any better. In fact, it was just a reminder of how different we are. A Lycan and a Wolf. I''m


    sure my parents must be turning in their grave. Three children, all mated to Lycans. Even worse, I had been mated to two.


    I wish they were still here to see how you had turned out.” Midnight whispers softly. ‘I''m sure they would be pleased.’


    I knew mum would. She was the reason I became a pack doctor.


    I sigh and push myself up, pleased when my leg doesn’t cramp. It was getting there, but still had a long way to go. I still walked with a limp, and the


    pain wasn’t constant. Maybe I would be walking properly by the time Damien got home


    Just as I''m on my feet, Eric tumbles in through the front door. A bottle of half drunk whisky hanging from his hand. The liquid swirls as he struggles to


    stay upright. He frowns as some sloshes onto the floor.


    He had started drinking a couple of weeks ago and even his parents were at a loss of what to do. They were grieving for their grandchildren and now


    it seemed like they were grieving for their son too.


    Dane had tried talking to him along with most of the pack members but his grief was heavy and he just couldn''t see a way through it. I wondered how


    his ex was coping. I knew she left a while ago and I half expected her to turn up, but nothing. Almost like she didn''t care.


    I never understood how a mother could leave her children behind while she runs off.


    "Hey Eric.” I mutter, limping to him. When I grab the bottle, he lets me take it. Which was progress in itself.


    "Where is he?" He slurs, wobbling and falling back against the door frame


    "Who are you looking for Eric?”


    “Big bro..." heughs to himself, his body slipping down the door frame until he hits the floor with a thud. His chin drops to his chest and in seconds,


    snores vibrate through the foyer as drool creeps out the corner of his lips.


    He stank and locked like he hadn''t shaved in a while. I groan and try to pull him up. His dead weight just slips through my arms


    “Dane!” Less than a secondter, the office door opens. Danes’ eyes fall on Eric and I watch his shoulders drop.Content ? N?velDrama.Org.


    He was ataloss too, they had been.


    best friends for as long as I could


    remember. Yet he didn''t know how


    to help Eric. None of us did. Could


    yaureven help a grieving parent?


    “Vodka?” Dane mutters to me as he crouches in front of Eric


    “Whisky.” I mutter, lowering the half


    drunk bottle onto the small table


    near his office. A quick nce N


    through the office door and I see =


    Neah curled up asleep. A stack of


    books like the ones us had been


    reading a few days ago are, piled


    high on Danes desk. It wasn''t like


    Dane to research something. He got


    the others to do that for him.


    “Raven, give me a hand.


    I pull my eyes away and Dane is lifting Eric off the floor.


    Limping forward, I pull Eric''s other arm around my shoulders. "Where are we taking him?"


    “Just into the lounge, let him sleep it off.”


    “You need to find a way to help him, Dane. He can''t keep drinking like this.”


    “You know as well as I do, he will burn it off in less than an hour.”


    "And he will start all over again. It''s not good for him.” I groan


    “Just like it isn''t good for you to sit on the bottom step everyday waiting for Damien.”


    “I''m not harming anyone.” I snap


    “You are harming yourself.”


    We dump Eric onto a sofa. He groans as his body sinks into the cushions while Dane and I re at ene another.


    "What would yqu do, if it were


    Neah?” I foldwmy arms up. I already


    knew the-answer. He would burn the


    world down looking for her. He =


    should{e grateful that I''m just, o>


    sitting on the stairs, waiting, hoping


    and-praying to the Moon Geddess


    that he walks through thgse doors.


    “You have a point.” He mutters


    I look at his tired crimson eyes as he straightens his spine. “Are you going to lead the pack run tonight?”