Victor's hulking body was by the payphone, he was alone, as always, had been out drinking, since they split, he ain't been able to stop thinking about them. pissed him off more than anything, how dare they. Making him ache like this, he was a killer, an animal... but they had been his mate, met him with gentleness in all things, and he loved them, he had loved them. Their split had killed a part of him he still didn't even know he had. And he stared at the phone before he grumbled and he grabbed it, and dialed the number with his massive clawed finger. The number he knew from memory, he just hoped they hadn't changed their number.

He heard the phone start ringing, it was 2AM, they might not answer, but he hoped to whatever gods there was, that they did, that they answered him, so he could hear their voice. He held his breath as the phone rang. His heart uncharacteristically pounding hard. God, what an idiot he was.