PureBred

His father was a very complicated man, he thought. 

He didn't know it at that time but his father was the Alpha of their pack. 

It would later explain why his father was so busy and always troubled. 

His troubles would later be Jace's but he had no idea.

Jace smelt the ground for something. He could smell blood in the air. It felt like the perfect thing for him. He sniffed the ground and picked up a scent. He was not going to give up on it.

He tracked it to the nearest location when he met his father.

They captured him and put him in a small cage.

The first transformations were usually out of sync and it took a while to get better.

He hated the first time it happened so bad that he considered ending it all.

It slowly got better after a while. He didn't wait for it to happen while he was at home.

Jace saw the potential of what he was being called into. He knew how stressful it would be to take up the task from his father. 

He left home when he was eighteen and never came back until now.

Jace knew that it was only a matter of time before power was passed on to him. He didn't know when it would happen but he would know while it was happening.

The McCains were a family of purebred wolves that had been alive since almost the 1200s. His family went as far back as the fall of Egypt. 

His home was a pictorial representation of their rich history and all the things that they had stored with every passing generation.

The werewolves of Belmont Falls were a proud clan who protected their own with their lives. 

He had run from his duty for far too long. He knew that the messenger was coming when he felt that surge of power coursed through his veins.

He was the first born son of three. He had a brother and a sister.

Jace was twenty eight years old now. He had not seen his family in over ten years and he wasn't sure these were the best circumstances to see them.

He didn't know if he was going to be able to carry on the duties of an alpha.

He knew that his father had died when he gained the powers of the Alpha.

He automatically knew it in that Instant. He had felt the power take him over as soon as he drew his last breath.

He had to take over from his father. He knew it was only a matter of time before someone found him and brought him back home.

He groaned inwardly as he mentally envisaged the idea of coming back to Belmont. 

It had not been his home for almost a decade or even more. For him to go back home right now and act like nothing had happened was nothing short of ridiculous yet here it was. The very thing that he had been avoiding had come to pass.

Jenna was here. Jenna was his best friend growing up.

He knew exactly what they were trying to do, sending his best friend to try to get him to come back home. It was a desperate attempt. If he didn't know any better, he would have said that they wanted to seduce him back home with the feminine charms of a woman and by God almighty, she was looking so different.

He couldn't believe his eyes when he actually saw her. It was now that he understood why the pack had sent her. 

They had history and he didn't exactly want to punch her in the face. He was sure that someone else would have elicited that precise reaction. 

He stared at her delicate nature as he tried to steel himself to whatever tactic she planned to lure him away with.

                                                

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He knew they would have found him eventually and he was not surprised when someone came for him. He didn't even fight it. He had been running for years but he knew now more than ever that it was important that they get through to him. 

They were wolves after all. He didn't have the strength to evade capture for the rest of his life. 

He had tried to stay under the radar but he could only do so much. 

He didn't need to open the door to know who was behind it. Keen sense of smell and all that. He was glad that it was her and not anyone else. 

He opened his door, leveling a smile at her.

Things had changed since he last saw her. He was eighteen then. 

She had begged him to stay. He couldn't.

He needed to get away from the family. He had become so overwhelmed that he didn't know how else to deal with it but find his own path and that was what he had done. He found his own path and made a name for himself but now the place that he had run from all his life was calling out to him. 

He was needed. He didn't want that responsibility but it was thrust on him anyway.

He bet that she didn't forgive him but she seemed to have aged very well.

He admired her curves as she entered the house.

Jace mentally slapped himself. This was Jenna. She was like a sister to him. Jenna had also turned about two years after he did. He had gotten a lot of practice in all the four years that he had stayed at home.

His father had taught him all that he needed to know.

The pack was loving but he didn't think he could stay there.

He knew the answer he was going to give to Jenna but she didn't have to get it right away. He couldn't stand going back to that town where he would become cooped up. His whole life had been scripted. 

He didn't know about anybody but he always preferred not to know what the future would hold. 

It was the one thing he never seemed to be able to stomach.