We All Have A Story To Tell

He was genuinely pissed. He'd left the pack hunt in a rage, perhaps even facing repercussions later but right now he didn't care. He was pissed at the liars, the ones who claimed that the pack was like a family...he hadn't felt that way at all since he joined. He'd wandered about a few times, only to find Allen and Bass lingering around and that was it. He was sure the younger ones had their own special little groups and cliques, shunning the new guy.

Releasing a breath as he stopped at the edge of the Rapids, he sat down with a heavy thud as his head hung low over the water. If his family had been here...maybe things would be different...maybe he wouldn't be so angry and quick to attack someone with the way he talked. He didn't before. But now...he felt lonelier then ever, not that he'd admit that to anyone. If Bass wanted to kick him out, so be it. They all seemed like a happy little family, while the outcast sat alone and confused as to what to do. He had been dealing with the deaths of his parents, his siblings, all on his own...no kind word said. But then again, none knew about his story.