Prologue

"Hey watch it you bastard!" I look my opponent dead in the eyes, if looks could kill this asshole would be dead by now. Why did I even come to this stupid fucking pack party? I know I hate social interaction with ANYONE! But deep down I know why I came, I came so I could maybe find my long lost mate… but yet nothing. All I have gotten from this party is blurry vision and a thumping headache. And now this shithead has bumped into me, I have an urge to bump him so hard in his head that he won't remember anything.

But I know as the pure Alpha of this pack I have to rein my temper in and not make a scene. I got my temper issues from my father, one of the many things I got from him.

You know what I've already got drunk enough, I'm going home from this shitty party. When I get to the door, or I should say stumble to the door, that's the last thing I see THE DOOR. Next is just blackness.