Days turn into weeks, and weeks turn into months. I start settling into pack life and my routine and learn how to live with the restlessness I feel at not meeting my brother head on. I know the Imperial pack is making a mistake by giving my brother so much time and space but I'm also not an i***t. I'm one person and no match for him by myself.
I've spent a large part of the last ten years building up a network of people I trust and I'm not going to throw that away because I'm feeling impatient. I'll wait until something happens to prompt the Imperial pack into action. Until then, I have to hope that all my friends back home are doing well. It's lonely being cut off from everyone you've known your whole life, but I also have a new group of friends to lean on.
I have Colt to keep me compa
