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Dante:

I was in my room. It was a mess. The furniture was turned upside down and the bedding was all over the floor.

I sat in the corner of the room. I was a miserable mess. A bottle of wine was a few inches from my foot.

In my hands, I had another bottle, half drunk.

I took another swing and the liquid filled my mouth again and filled my stomach with a comforting warmth as it went down my throat.

My phone was beside me and its screen was bright. Erica's number was the only thing glaring at me. I had called her ever since the incident at the hospital but there was still nothing.

“Fuck!"

I slammed my head on the wall behind me. My wolf was miserable. I hadn't seen her for days and I didn't know that it would take this toll on me.

I had Laura out of my life. I could be with her now. I just needed her to give me a chance to explain things. Why wouldn't she pick my calls?

I took another large gulp from the bottle of wine that I had in my hand. I didn't have any other numbers that I could