<b>RE: A Pack Of Our Own (LDelgado1986, Deathmonkey1484, Lilmintz, LoveRaiden)</b><br/><br/>Dante felt his world slip away from him with blurred vision, his head now pounding from the blow to the right side of his head, nearly half way unconscious he fell to the floor with such force that he left side of his head crashed with the floor, sending him into complete blackness.<br/><br/>1 hour earlier....<br/><br/>Hearing the ringing of his alarm clock Dantes eyes fluttered open slowly as he rolled over slapping the clock into silence. There he laid  there for a little while longer before rolling to one side of his soft king sized bed and running his hands through his white hair. Yawning Dante stood from his bed and rolling his toes into the shag carpet under his bed he stretched his muscles while he still tried to wake him self from his deep slumber.  Stepping forward and walking to his bathroom, Dantes feet hit the cold marble floor that most of his room was covered in save for the few rugs and animal skins that littered the floor of his room.  Once there he turned on the shower, evening out the hot and cold water to the perfect steamy temperature.<br/><br/>Dante was a rather spoiled man, Growing up in the family and pack that were the Greymaynes, a pack of pure blood Werewolves, Dante nor his twin brother Virgil wanted for nothing. Now today was supposed to be a big day for their family, their father and Alpha of this pack was to pick his successor, the next Alpha of the Greymayne pack. Now at the age of twenty one, Dante had no will to lead his family into the next 10 decades, the alpha blood was in him, but he knew his brother wanted the power and Dante while liked more by his father was ready to give up his right as a leader to his eager and slightly elder brother.<br/><br/>Getting out of the shower, Dante picked a towel from the shelf and dried his hair, which now hung in a short but slightly shaggy bowl cut. Wrapping the towel around his waist he walked to his closet to pick out his clothing for the day. Pulling on a pair of black lose fitting leather pants he pushed his feet into his black boots, and pulled down a black button down shirt and his favorite Red two tailed trench coat. Starting to turn away from his closet, that was when he felt it a blow to the back of his head that sent hims stumbling a bit. Yelling out in pain he felt a burning around his chest when he looked down and saw that silver chain had been pulled around him and was now constricting around his chest. Virgil looked over his right shoulder to see who hand a hold of him and only saw a large fist coming to his head, connecting with such force that it spun him around once. As he fell to the floor he saw three other people, but only one stood out to him in his blurred vision. White hair just like his and the blue two tailed trench coat his brother always wore. Hitting the ground, his vision went black as he lost consciousness.