Kieran's POV

The whiskey burned my throat as I downed another glass. The bar was nearly empty this early in the morning. Only a few pack members sat in the corners, nursing their own drinks and avoiding my gaze. I needed the alcohol to numb the pain in my chest.

I grabbed another bottle of whiskey from behind the bar and poured myself another glass. The liquid burned my throat as I downed it in one gulp. But no amount of alcohol could wash away her scent from my memory. Peach and lavender still ...