The Invitation

You can’t keep yourself locked up in here forever, man. "You need to go out and let loose; it's been two days," Brooks said as he stood looking down at Noah who was seated on the floor with his head buried between his thighs.

“It’s a full moon today. The effect will wash in real soon and you are going to need someone to vent all that pent-up orgy,” Brooks added. 

“I can’t believe he’s gone.” Noah's voice was barely audible, and his pain was palpable.

Brooks let out a sigh. "I understand how difficult it is to lose your only surviving parent, but drowning yourself in grief will not help. The pack needs you.” He knelt down to Noah's level and pressed his brow against the latter's brow. "I've made arrangements at the Fortier Hotel - it'll come in handy when you need to blow off some steam."

Noah finally lifted his head to look at Brooks after a long silence. His eyes were bloodshot from desperation a