<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic">A handsome devil of a shifter with... And the Alpha of a pack who is a family to the lost. Loved by his family and friends, yet loving and protective of them all. Longing to find a wolf that he could mate with and call his lover...A exiled wolf, branded with the mark of a werewolf's banishment and sign of treachery to his pack... The Red Fang. Marked as a criminal for a crime he never even committed... He has been shunned from every pack he has hoped would take him in. The two bump into one another on a boat to Berlin... Will the exiled wolf likely have a chance to return to his normal life? Will he find a new life with another pack? What will transpire of their union? Come with us and find out...</span></div><br/><br/>"Apologies, everyone. The thunderstorm has resulted in delay of our passage... We will not be setting sail until tomorrow morning." Boomed the lovely french accent of a lovely lady, to many wayfarer's annoyance and dismay... Many folks left the pier with scowls and frowns... Well almost everyone.<br/><br/>Arios was a bit content with this, getting up from the lamppost he perched himself up... "Well that sucks to be honest... Guess I'll be sleeping tonight... In my hotel room... alone." He said, letting a loud yawn pass his lips. With the delay in his voyage, this might have meant a night of debauchery with "friends" who begged for him to show up. But as far as Arios was concerned, they were really guys he associated with in the states. It wasn't that he hated them or anything, but he wasn't really feeling them like he was with pack back home.<br/><br/>"This is such a bore... Guess I'll just hit the hay... I guess!" He scratched his head, trying to figure out what the hell he was going to do with himself for the next 10 hours.