Name: Mason Daniel Danvers
birthplace/hometown — Jarbidge, Nevada.
occupation — Owner of ‘The Sunny Side Up’.
rank — Alpha; Danvers Pack Alpha.
Tired – You can tell by the bag under his eyes sleep doesn’t come easily to the Danvers’ pack alpha. He runs on coffee and stubbornness these days when he’s not dealing with trying to work out the diner’s books he’s dealing with the pack and it seems like being an Alpha and sleeping don’t go hand to hand.
Charming – There’s always a smile on his face, the sort one his mother would often say he inherited from his father. A daredevil dangerous promise that he’s up to no good. It must be right because somehow his mother always knew the very second he was headed for trouble.
Guarded – Keep people close to keep them away is Mason’s motto. He knows how to pull you close just to keep you where you are.
Intelligent – He sure has potential was the common saying amongst his teachers. Potential that they thought was lost somehow. Mason never showed much promise in his grades, sailing around the solid average on a good day. But his mother would tell you about the books he kept under his bed – dog-eared and worn from rereading.
It was Romeo and Juliette type of a story, at least that’s what Mason was told about his parents meeting. His father always said that he wasn’t worthy of her and sometimes when Mason caught his old man looking at his mother he thought that Daniel Danvers still didn’t think he was. Jennifer DeWitt met the love of her life on her way home for the spring vacation. She was young, pretty and a bit naïve and Daniel was every bit the Alpha she was told to stay far away from. He was reckless, dressed in leather and looked her in a way no one had before. What was supposed to be a romance over the holidays, something she’d look back to after a few years and smile but shake her head, turned to be a lifetime deal. Going back to Echo only to discover she was pregnant was almost as big of a shock of her parent’s reaction – they were adamant she wouldn’t have the baby. Jennifer refused, packed her bags and didn’t look back once.
Daniel tried his best to provide his young wife with all the comforts she was used to. A task he knew he’d never accomplish truly. For the first few years of their bond, the two lived in a one bedroom apartment. Life wasn’t easy, not when there was no one to turn to for help when money got short, but not once did they argue. They did what they could with what they had and raised their son with the same kind of values.
Nine years after the birth of their son, Daniel and Jennifer moved back to Echo and bought the old diner with their savings. Starting a pack was never something that was in the plans. But Jennifer was the kind of soul that saw the best in people. The vagabonds, the lonely souls that didn’t fit anywhere and would often drink coffee in the wee hours of the night. Daniel was the Alpha but Jennifer was the soul of the pack.
It was in that kind of family that Mason grew. He had his father’s Delta show him how to fix his first bike and when his mother wasn’t paying attention he also showed him how to hotwire a car. He learned to do card tricks, cheat on poker and more times than not skipped school for the hell of it. He listened to the stories of adventures that other wolves had and dreamed for ones of his own, so it was to no one’s surprise that he left as soon as he could. Life was out there waiting for him and he wanted to live it.
For the longest time, Mason let the wind guide him in different directions, never staying in one place for too long, he chased the thrill and simply let himself be and called home once maybe twice a month to check in on his parents. Until one day, it was his turn to get a phone call. Going back home to bury his mother wasn’t an easy task. He felt guilty for not being there to say goodbye so he stayed took his father’s place as an Alpha and tried his damn best to act like one, though it never came as easy to him as it did to Daniel. Taking care of the dinner made him realize he didn’t have the slightest clue how to run a business let alone a whole pack. He’s tired and overworked, trying to step into bigger shoes than his own, at least that’s how it feels like every time he’s in the PD bailing out his wolves for the third time this week.
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