“f**k, f**k, f**k … f*****g, f**k!!” Colton’s spew of expletives and his hostile and loud elbow ram into the bookcase near him startles me and startles the room once more with the sudden outburst. “We need to recall the pack, pick out the strongest, apologize for making them do this all over f*****g again! Then head to the mountain before dusk. God dammit. f**k my life….. Most of them haven’t had a chance to recover and now I’m asking them to put their lives on the line all over again.” He vents and kicks the wastebin across the floor with an impressive thrust, to the desk leaving it dented as it attempts a wonky roll under a chair. All eyes following and quietly understanding his need to get the aggression out.
“The pack will do what’s needed. Not for you, but for them. The ones we left
