13 From the Alpha's point of view I

Sabastian Belmount, the current Alpha of the New Haven pack, sits at his desk going over the papers of the new arrival to their pack. He had given the task to his Beta, Shane, who seems to have other things on his mind.

Sabastian signs the bottom of both contracts in black ink, rolls them up before tying them with a red string, then burning them in the green flames of the hearth. He watches as the ash blows in the sudden yet gentle breeze. A sign that the gods and fates have accepted the recent additions to the pack and will hold them to their oath.

He sits back in his chair and looks out to the morning sun that is peeking out from behind a random cloud. He folds his arms behind his head, trying to relax from his duties. But as always it is short-lived. There is a loud crashing sound, then yelling.

"You worthless, son of a bi*ch!!'' He can hear his father yelling. He knows it must have been one of his younger brothers.

Growing up, he never understood