DEL MORINO

I stood by the window, overlooking the pack house and my thoughts millions of miles away. I had woken up even before the sun did and stood here thinking, a tumbler in my hand, the amber liquid burning my throat as I gulped it all down.

Last night was everything I wanted and I still wanted to lie beside her, really wanted to but unease lies the head that wears the crown and I needed to be done with all of this pack issues once and for all and go for that vacation she nagged me ...