<u><i><span style="font-family: 'Bad Script', 'cursive'"><span style="font-size: 22px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4da6ff">Marco</span></span></span></i></u><br/><br/>While the rest of the pack seemed to be enjoying the festivities of the new Era, Marco was off to the side with a scowl on his face. There was not much happening around him as he tried to keep himself separate from those who were eagerly celebrating their new Alpha and Co. With darkened eyes, he scanned the crowd before his gaze fell on to Cyrus.<i>Bastard...</i>Why was it that nobody seemed to care how the ignorant man had thrown aside tradition and what was<i>right</i>just so his friend could get the cozy job? How was it that Marco was the only one to see the truth behind what had happened here?<br/><br/>Even his father seemed displeased with Marco, as if somehow this change in the pack was<i>his</i>fault. What had he done to dishonor him and his family so? Nothing, of course. Marco had trained and trained but nothing seemed to make a difference. In the end, the<i>new Alpha</i>decided that none of that mattered! What was worse, the pathetic orphan wolf was chosen! What could he do that Marco couldn't?<br/><br/>His anger was palpable as he stood off to the side, leaning against the house. His emotions were clear as day and it was most likely the cause for everyone staying away. He had nothing to say to them. The run would be soon but he had no interest in taking part. There was no way that he would show this new Alpha that kind of respect when he could not do the same to him. To run behind him would be to bow down in subservience and that just wasn't Marco's style.<br/><br/>His gaze turned a bit as he saw Preston wander away from the crowd and his frown deepened. There was an opportunity here that could not be wasted. Still, even off to the side it would be too much for Marco to cause a scene. Everyone would see and he would be punished. There was no way in hell he would suffer that shame. Instead, he looked away and wandered over to the food table, turning his back to the wolf who stole everything from him.<br/><br/>~<br/><br/><u><i><span style="font-family: 'Bad Script', 'cursive'"><span style="font-size: 22px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4d4d">Unknown</span></span></span></i></u><br/><br/>From the shadows of the thick trees and amongst the brush that grew from the fertile soil surrounding the party, two dark red eyes followed the Alpha and his friends as the spoke and enjoyed the night. Without blinking, they took in the scene, fueling the bloodlust that would soon be satisfied. Silent as the grave, it hovered for merely a moment, memorizing the faces of those new leaders. Without a fraction of a second to waste, the mysterious watcher disappeared into the night, leaving no sign of its existence behind.