“I’m not giving you another day... If it’s not fixed in the next hour, then I’ll do it my damn self, and I’m tearing you a new one while I’m at it.” Tristen spits the words out with a bit of finality, unfazed by his proximity to Club Desires’s sound technician that was currently working his last nerve. Though he was much leaner than the taller, buffer, human man, there was a sort of conviction in Tristen’s glare that made the man tremble. He scurries off, beginning to fidget with the monitor for the fourth time this week.

He roughly rakes hand though his hair, striding off towards the bar as a drink was currently the most important thing on his mind. He is suddenly jerked from his angered state, though, when his nose comes across a strong scent he hasn’t smelled before. His senses scream at him, even more so than the normally did in his youth, and he lifts his brows in recognition of the other wolf’s unplaced age - not because his novice experience with his abilities, but simply because the other was that old... He stops in his tracks, feeling a strange urge to keep his eyes on the floor, “Er, hi... Sorry,” He apologizes, unsure of what for.

@covairealpha

It was eight on the dot when Bear knocked on the Alpha's door. It was a slow knock because lets face it, he was scared. It wasn't often that Bear got scared of anything really, but he was now. He was scared for his boys more then anything else. He didn't want to lose them. He didn't want to have to break his promises to them. He didn't want to see Snow's blue eyes behind bars again or have to deal with only touching Antoine though cell bars. Shaking his head slowly, Bear stood up straight and waited for the door to be opened for him. He gulped down the rapidly forming lump in his throat and breathed out slowly, staying calm as he possibly could. 

You are to be in my office tomorrow at eight in the morning. Do not be late. We have many things to discuss child.

Alpha

Bear read over the note and ran a hand through his hair. He stuffed the note in his back pocket and turned to go into the house trying not to think about what could happen at eight tomorrow morning.