Dated to the 7th...Shiloh, at their apartment...Suckish start, it will get better I promise. Mature for his drunkeness and possible harsh language...
Pain. Guilt. Sorrow. He felt them all, his lack of ability to save his pups and try to rescue his mate from the depths of the river. Aleo sat himself down on an old couch, a large bottle of whiskey in hand. The dark coywolf felt like an idiot, drinking the pain away. Of course the male didn't want his daughter and Shiloh to see him in this entrapment of the alcohol. He was drunk, been for a while. His behavior was not that of a aggressive canine, but left him quiet and sorrowful. this whole situation brought back ferocious memories of the past, not being able to save his own family, his sister died and do did his parents under the hands of thugs.
Sitting back in the chair, his mind wandered to Shiloh. Where was she? This loss must've been hard on her too, he would hate to see her cry. Taking his head in his hands and dropping the bottle on the floor, sloppy crocodile tears fell slowly from his lilac eyes. "God damn I'm sorry..." The couch was comfortable and he sank back in it, unable to sleep from the heavy guilt he felt. A low self directed growl rumbled from his broad chest, he hated himself. He missed his mate and wanted to hug Sarian close. The tears stopped falling and the dark coywolf sat quiet, waiting for something. Anything to make the pain leave his soul..
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