Slade
He was outside with everyone else behind the packhouse where important shifting events happened, just as he was expected to be two hours prior to his little sister’s shift, he was dressed appropriately for his beast to rip out of him, in jeans and a simple plain short-sleeved dress shirt. No shoes, there was no point.
His father had frowned at his attire though and tried to send him back upstairs to put something formal on. Slade had questioned the man as to why he would do that, when his wolf was only going to rip through it anyway, to run with Dariah’s wolf for the first time.
His head, and thought process, were much clearer today than they had been last night with all the s**t, that was going on around him. And he’d realised, that not only had he let his father and Ori’s father
