Chris POV:

Chris knocked on the door of their shared home, finally coming to his senses.

He couldn’t run out like before, hide away like a scared little boy.

They had a pack to think of and they couldn't continue to be so weak.

“Asa, please open the door,” Chris called out and he heard light footsteps coming towards him before the door cracked, just broad enough to show Asa’s eye.

It looked bloodshot, as if Asa had spent hours ...