James couldn't imagine not getting along with his pack. To him, back is everything. He had been raised since birth to put his pack before his needs. "I'm sorry to hear that. Pack should be like a welcome family, not something to be dreaded." James would turn to look at her, but he doesn't dare take his eyes off the road.  He gets the impression that she was turned against her will. "You must have been turned young. What is the name of your Alpha?" James reckons he already knows the answer.