Thirty- five

Alex

My hands clenched around the steering wheel of my Chevy, so hard, I thought that it would get ripped off completely.

I gulped harshly and a bead of sweat formed right above my brow, even though the night air was cool. The air felt stuffy now and my loose bartender uniform suddenly became restrictive on my skin.

While driving, my focus wasn't exactly a hundred percent either. The weight of regret hit me hard as the reminder and effects of my actions last night surged through me like lightning.

Once the adrenaline wore off, I couldn't bear to think about it and had trouble sleeping.

So, here's what went down. I managed to catch up to some of the assailants, but then I did something really dumb.

I accidentally used an interrogation technique from my birth Pack, The Dark Fur Pack. One of them caught on and escaped. Panic set in, and I had to take out the rest while chasing the one who got away, but I couldn't find him.

I'm drowning in regret for my recklessness and the lack of use