#Chapter 135: Do Not Disturb

Karl The incessant buzzing of my phone’s alarm is drowned out by the pounding inside my head—a lingering reminder of last night’s… festivities. Why did I think that having one more whiskey was a good idea? I was already pretty drunk last night by the time I got home, but I couldn’t stop thinking about Abby. In a feeble attempt to drown those thoughts out and get some sleep, I guess I thought one more drink was the way to go. I still remember raiding the minibar in my apartment and pouring a rather tall glass of whiskey—no ice—which I proceeded to knock back while giving half of my attention to a crappy movie I found on Netflix. Oh, how I wish I didn’t drink that whiskey. I feel like shit, and I’m not even fully awake yet. When I finally crack open my eyes, the red digits of the bedside clock glare back at me: 7:15 a.m. “Shit,” I groan, rubbing my eyes and yawning. “I’m never drinking again.” My wolf grumbles inside of me, equally as perturbed by my laziness. “You a