The day seemed to speed by for one ash-pelted werewolf as he escorted a thin mud-brown mutt back to his pack. All the while he did his duty to protect his pack he felt as if he were neglecting a duty, he was unaware he even had. Flashes of pale skin stained with bright blood kept flashing through his mind and it set off a wave of anger in him he was unaware he was capable of.
After taking the rogue wolf to the pack house he immediately took the mutt to be placed in their cells where he would wait for the return of their alpha, Aaron Black. Although still not the true Alpha of the Black Pine Forest pack he did his best to be the best temporary Alpha for the pack. It sometimes meant missing out on important dates with his son, especially after the disappearance of his mother.
