Dante got to his motorbike, shoving his bag into the compartment on the back like the devil himself was on his tail. But as he picked up his helmet, he stopped, gripping it knuckle white between his hands. The urge to run back to the cabin, to Josef and the urge to run away from Zach, was tearing him apart on the inside. WHY?! Why now of all times did Josef decide to come back, to show his face? He had resigned himself to his fate, telling himself that Josef must have died after he'd left them, all of them. After all their once Alpha, Josef, would have come back to them, he had known it, or so he thought. So when there was no hope of his return, he convince himself he'd died. It was the only way he could mourn such a loss and stop that deep wound on his heart from bleeding day in day out. Otherwise he would have gone mad with not just one loss, but two once Zach took over.<br/><br/>A war of emotions swept through him as he slammed his helmet down onto the seat of his bike, running a rough hand through his hair. His inner wolf was confused and conflicted, the scar of abandonment opening up again, clawing at him, fighting to get out, but he didn't shift. He just stood there, grinding his teeth unsure what to do.<br/><br/>The sound of packmates pierced his thoughts, turning to see them filing out of their homes and begin gathering. Tucking his helmet back into the holder of his bike, he slowly made his way to where they circled, making sure to keep hidden and far enough away that Zach nor Josef would catch his scent. What he saw made his stomach turn. Zach and Josef circling each other. This was a challenge for the position of Alpha.<br/><br/>Leaning against a tree trunk heavy with shadows he stood and watched. For a moment, a brief moment, there was some small spark of hope in him, that Josef might actually win. But it was soon crushed when he spotted one of the second in commands off to the side out of sight holding a reflective object of some sort. Turning his back on the fight Dante made his way back toward his motorbike. Not too long after he heard the final blow and the trudge of feet as people dispearsed. Zach had won. Again.<br/><br/>Slipping on his helmet he got on his bike, revved the engine and got the hell out of there, needing a damn good drink or twenty. God only knew how long he'd driven for but eventually he stopped at some run down bar. Parking his bike he went inside and started off by downing a few shots, planning to get drunk enough to pass out and forget everything, to feel nothing.<br/><br/>Unfortunately for him and his nature, it took a hell of a lot more alcohol than average to get drunk. But he didn't care. After ordering a few shots and some beer to get him started, he made his way over to a table tucked into a corner so that he wouldn't be disturbed. Half way into drowning his sorrows he realised his next drinks hadn't arrived.<br/><br/>Sporting nothing more than a pleasant buzz only after a couple of hours, he got up and marched over to the bar. "Hey I ordered a bottle of vodka and whiskey about half an hour ago, where are they?" He demanded, slamming his hand down on the bar. The barman gave him an irritated look, replying. "Don't you think you've had enough pal?" Dante grit his teeth, supressing a growl.<i>Not nearly enough to even give him a buzz. </i>"What my money not good enough for you?" He slapped his money down on the bar before reaching over the bar and grabbing a bottle. "Keep the damn change. And bring me what I damn well ordered earlier." Ripping the cork out with his teeth, he took a swig of bourbon, the burn exquisite. Turning to go back to his table he finally spotted Josef down the bar from him looking like he'd just walked out of a horror movie.<br/><br/>Giving him a glaring look of disgust he muttered, "you shouldn't have bothered to have come back," turning his back on him before heading back to his table, not wanting to think about him, let alone look at him. He was done being messed with. Sitting back down at his table he began gulping his bourbon straight from the bottle, back on track with his plan on getting blindingly drunk for the evening. Luckily there was a cheap ass motel just across the road he could pass out in afterwards.