Haley's POV

　　"Derek?" I asked as I crept through the front door of the Dark Heart Pack home. I found Derek straight away, sitting in the kitchen as he stared down blankly at the glass of brown liquid he was holding. By my assumption, I could only guess by the quantity and size of the glass that it was alcohol.

　　"Are you drinking? It's not even midday yet," I said, showing concern in my voice. I took the chair opposite Derek and sat, waiting for him to talk to ...