Brooke walked through the doors, her black hair hanging around her face. It had been a week since she checked in here, and it had been 5 days since she had actually stayed. Since Brooke had the ability to shift at will it meant that her wolf was a bit more lively being able to come out on days that weren't full moons. Ever since the LunarTide was wiped out by a group of human soldiers with silver bullets she had been mourning for them. The past 5 days were spent burying the bodies of her pack at the pack memorial ground and giving them a proper farewell. Anyone within miles could hear the howl of a wolf in mourning. 
The ex-Alpha was angry, exhausted, and depressed at this point. Thus why she headed straight for the bar. Other wolves in the vicinity bowed their head respectfully due to the power radiating off of her body. Other supernaturals just glanced up curiously as she sat down at the bar. She ordered the strongest alcoholic beverage knowing fully that it had no affect on the body of a werewolf. It was burned off fast enough that all it did was give a buzz. As Brooke drank she put her back to the bar looking out into the area in front of her watching everyone silently with her blue eyes, ignoring the wolf of hers whimpering from the pain from the loss of her pack, a sound only Brooke could hear.