He hugged the buildings, keeping to the shadows, his eyes downcast as he made his way through the mass of buildings they called a town.
Anger burnt through him as he pulled a non-descript jersey off a clothes line nearby, stripping off his own filthy top and putting on the clean one.
He was a rouge, banished, unable to re-enter the Pack Lands.
The fact the bastard Alphas and their leadership felt his presence when he entered the packs was a constant reminder of his position.
He had once been a god in Zone Nine, a man who had everything at his fingertips yet now he was nothing, considered to be worse than the mongrels who called The Zones home.
His thoughts strayed to his wanderings and he wondered why it had taken the Alphas so long to chase him out of the Pack Lands?
So far, he had tried his luck with three of the four packs and so far, he hadn't been sensed until he was a few kilometres in.
At first, he had thought it was merely that the almighty War Alpha had been too busy to send people to chase him out, yet he had entered into the Royal Pack and made it several kilometres in before the Kings Guard had chased him out.
Intrigued he had entered Intelligence Pack, only to discover he made it several kilometres into the Pack before he was chased out.
How did the Alphas no sense him the instant he had crossed the border?
The spells that were laid down thousands of years ago saw to the protection of Pack Lands, linked to the Alphas who was charged with protecting those lands and those who lived in it.
Yet none had sensed him initially.
He grinned, pushing across past the town border and across the expanse of Zone Four, his next target the Power Pack.
As always, his body burnt with thoughts of revenge.
That bitch had been promised to him, she was his and he would have her!!
Yet the whore had met her mate, a man he couldn't take on, a man he couldn't make disappear.
It was just his luck her mate was the fucken King!
He licked his chapped lips, stopping at a water trough and dunking his head into it, cleaning the grime off his face before filling his cupped hands with water and taking a sip.
There was still her family and that slut mate of hers.
The Alpha's couldn't trace him in The Zones and she had left everything behind when she'd fucked off to the Royal Pack to be the whore of the King.
That mongrel friend of hers had been useful last time, getting her back into The Zones so he could snatch her.
He planned to take her whore mate again, fuck her until she couldn't remember her own name then demand the bitch return in exchange for her best friends life.
He grinned at the idea of fucking not only the bitch, but also her friend.
He bet both of them were delicious.
He stood slowly, flicking the water off him as he began pulling his clothing off, grunting as he shifted into his wolf form and put his discarded clothing in his mouth, running towards the border of The Zone and towards Power Pack.