<span style="font-family: 'Georgia'">As Cyrus headed towards the pack house he glanced back over his shoulder, a stirring of trepidation leaving both he and his wolf restless. He knew Marco was in no way, shape or form, thrilled with his decision for beta, and he expected the man to be pissed, but he'd get over it. There really wasn't any other way for it to go. Only, Cy hadn't expected Marco to act out like he had, so blatantly; his resentment a dark cloud that touched anything within his vicinity. Marco was going to be trouble. <br/>
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A part of him wanted to nip the problem in the bud before it could blossom into a bigger issue, but he also wanted to give Marco a chance to reign himself in, and get his head out of his ass before it came to that. Every member of the pack had a right to express their opinions, even if they didn't align with the Alpha’s own. Of course there was a way to go about it that didn't end in hackles being raised, and Marco was inching dangerously close to that line. <br/>
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Cyrus had barely stepped fully into the house, before he was being pulled aside. A quick glance in the direction of Preston's office was all he got before he found himself sucked into a discussion on pack dynamics and what sort of changes would he be implementing. There were even a few who wanted to know why Marco wasn’t Beta. It was no surprise that a change in leadership would leave some members wary. Nervous even. So as exasperating as it was trying to reassure them, he somehow managed to get through it without snapping at anyone.<br/>
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By the time he managed to drag himself away from the growing masses and escape to his and Vicky's bedroom, he was drained. Flopping face first onto the bed with a muffled groan. Turning his head to face Vicky, he reached for her, "Go easy on Marco, yea? He did have his--well what he expected to be his position taken. That'd make anyone cranky for a while. He'll calm down eventually." <br/>
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With how busy his day had been, it didn’t take long for Cy to slip off to sleep. Only it wasn't all that restful, the stress and worry of the duties that were now his, weighing heavily on his mind even in sleep. And come morning he was in an especially snappy mood. <br/>
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He was going about this whole Alpha thing wrong. Failing before he'd even fully started. And of course this only served to darken his mood even further. <br/>
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He thought maybe a run would sooth his nerves. Nope, just another failure before the day had even started properly. By the time he showed up to the meeting--the last to arrive--it didn't take much to realize he was especially on edge. "Good, we're all here. Lets get on with it."</span>