Drake had fucked up. In one of the worst ways he could possibly think. He wanted to be angry at his mate, Arsen but ultimately he knew that it wasn't Arsen's fault. It was his fault. He knew that Arsen had HIV and yet he still mated with him. They had been careful, making sure to use protection. But then that one drunken night was all it took. What Drake didn't know was that Arsen was still addicted to meth and heroin. Now they had a baby born with not only HIV but addicted to drugs and living in the foster system. Fleeing back to Australia seemed like the right thing to do. Drake thought he could forget everything if he was just back in his home country. He never expected it to hurt so much more when he was surrounded by his brothers, their mates and their children. This has some triggering subjects, and language, suited to 18+
