<b>RE: A Pack Of Our Own (LDelgado1986, Deathmonkey1484, Lilmintz, LoveRaiden)</b><br/><br/>During the time Dante was unconscious a lot had happened, His brother Virgil took the time to kick him in the ribs a few times for extra damage and to make sure he wouldn't be waking up anytime soon. He had also ordered his two associates to chain Dante up more with silver and to drag him to the border of their land and the neighboring tribe that the Greymayne family had feuded with for so long. Virgils apparent hope was that they would kill him on site, knowing who he was and the family he belonged to.<br/><br/>Nearly two hundred years ago, the last Alpha before Dantes father had accused the other tribe of stealing cattle and land from the Greymaynes and since the other tribe were mostly muts ( Humans turned werewolf ) Dantes grandfather never trusted them to begin with. The feud that ensued afterward was a bloody one, both packs losing many friends and family members during the few battles they had fought across their borders. For now they had a rather loose treaty, as longs as either pack stays on their respected lands everything was fine.<br/><br/>The scene that Reyson arrived at was a quiet one, all lights in the house were off except for the room that Dante slept in at night. In that room was a small pool of blood where Dantes head collided with the floor, putting the scent of blood on the air.  Reyson received only silence to his howl, for Dante and his would be kidnappers were already more than halfway to the other tribes bordering lands. The two "goons" taking turns carrying him on their shoulders were careful to cover their track, but were stupid enough to miss the little drops of blood that seeped from Dantes head, this would be enough for Reyson to track him if he picked up on the scent.<br/><br/>When they had arrived at the border the two other men dropped Dante to the ground his body hitting the ground face first where he laid unmoving, his skin burning from the touch of silver, in nothing more than the pants and boots he had gotten on before he was knocked out. One of the men looked up when  they had heard rustling in the grass not far away and knew that a wolf patrol wold be coming by the area soon. Quickly they took of running back to their border, discarding their clothes once they reached the other side where they shifted to their wolf form and took of with great speed back to where the ceremony was being held.