She looked at him. “You’re a born wolf. And you have your sister. You don’t know what it’s like to be alone out there. Trying to learn these things on your own.” she said simply. “A pact can be a saving grace, to know someone is on your side.” she said softly. “You may not see that as important but it is.” She opened the door to the bar. “At least you got it done. FInishing business is always good.”
((He sighed hard, shaking his head again.)) You have no idea, Abigail. ((He told her, not sure if he wanted to get into this sort of discussion with her. He remembered how optimistic and bright she had been when they first met, but still...)) It's more than learnin' how to be a wolf. You bitten wolves have no idea how it's like to really live in a pack an' grow up in one. It's ruthless. It's about power an' control an' bein' on the right side when shit hits the fan. ((He said, tensing once more as he continued talking.)) Born wolves have human bodies but you sure as hell better remember we're animals first. ((He said, looking at her seriously.)) Alphas an' betas bein' torn apart limb by limb ain't news. It happens all the time. Their offspring bein' chased out or killed themselves, nothin' new. ((Max took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down since he could feel his teeth starting to change.)) Any lone wolf can learn how to be a wolf. Take 'em longer, but they'd do it. Better that than lose everythin' you have in a bloody turf war. ((He looked away from her quickly, having not meant to go that in depth or personal with his words.)) An' it's only good if it really does make it all finished.








