Among the Fallen.

Tuesday. 8:07 pm. I was drinking vodka. Straight pure vodka. I quit yesterday to the law firm I worked at. Well, they fired me. I stopped going about a month ago, they gave me a few days to 'recover'. Like I would wake up one day fully recovered over the fact that I don't fucking know where my girlfriend is. Helen called me saying how sorry she was, speaking wonders about Annabeth. Wonders I already knew because she was the freaking love of my life.

I knew her better than I knew myself.

I think I loved her more than I even loved myself.

Correction, love.

I still love her more than I love myself.

And someone fucking took her away from me.

Harry was a lonely wolf.

Annabeth was a beacon that drew him closer, keeping him warm.

But what does a lonely wolf do when that beacon disappears?

Does he wander alone for the rest of his life?

Or is he able to find a pack to help him see the life he's been missing?