I didn’t want to handle those nightmares; they weren’t the same as grief.I’d used my own ability to relieve the burden of remorse and overwhelmi...g sadness from the others. It wasn’t their fault any more than it had been Mr. Montpetit’s. It’s ironic that only after his death could I learn to pronounce his name right. I’d seen the tears on his broken-hearted wife’s face when she had answered the door and realized who I was, and that had definitely helped me to imbibe that. I had also witnessed. .. “My prince? Little brother?”Oh, yes. The reason why I “awakened”.I cracked my eyes open against the glare, and peered upwards at a goddess.Framed against the sun, her deep red hair seemed to glow, even though it was merely pulled back into a short ponytail. She looked down at me with bright blue eyes set in a delicate-featured face with a cute, upturned nose, and a fair but not quite pale complexion. Her expression was creased with worry, and her lips parted as if in mid-word. Her figure was. When Tristan left his pack, he sank into depression. Being far from Cassius and dealing with these unspoken feelings had only worsened his emotional state. He went to an underground nightclub six months ago, and that's when he was introduced to the drug. It was like acid for werewolves; heroin. The street name for it was Bane, and the drug was developed by a six hundred year old vampire scientist named, Viktor Vancroff. The drug became popular and was widely being sold in every supernatural. I'm 31, 5'10" and weigh 185. I'm getting my first few grey hairs, I wear glasses and have just a little bit of a middle aged tummy. Frank is a lot like me. I do have a pretty nice seven inch cock but you have to get that far before a woman would know that. "Sure you do but how often do you get one?" Frank replied. I just slowly nodded my head. Frank continued, "I walk up to her and whisper in her ear, How about going out to my car and giving me a blowjob? Once in a while I get slapped.