Zoe POV

The knock on my door comes at eleven PM.

I'm already in pajamas. Ready for bed. Exhausted.

I open the door.

Jacob stumbles in.

"Zoe!" His voice is slurred.

He's drunk. Actually drunk.

'Wolfsbane whiskey.'

"Jacob, what are you---"

"I need to tell you something." He catches himself on the doorframe. "Something important."

His eyes are red-rimmed. Not just from alcohol.

'He's been crying.'

"Why did you drink so ...