<span style="font-style: italic">â€œVery well, a scouting mission shouldnâ€™t take long. I was planning on taking a run around the forest anyway, to release some energy you know, better than sitting around watching everyone cry. Have fun teaching the preschoolers about pack life.â€</span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">â€œYeah Alan. Life sucks, people die, we press on. Moping about like some kicked puppy is not going to do any of us any good,â€</span><br/><br/>The blood in his veins practically boiled... he could swear he could hear his pulse in his head as he gritted his teeth. The beast flattened his ears, guttural snarl filling Alan's head as it rammed at its confines, thrashing at its chains. It was incensed, desperate, relentless as it tried to break free, clawing out at him through the bars of his prison. Those insolent little... They needed to be taught exactly who they were dealing with. He would wipe the floor of this cave with their- No, no. That was enough of that...<br/><br/>Snarling several foul words beneath his breath, inaudible even to the super-human ears surrounding him, Alan rose to his feet. Slamming his knife into its sheath, he stalked over to Aiden, his face contorted as he bit his tongue, trying to let the insults just roll off him. "So what are you going to have us do? Stand on our heads? Balance on rocks? Stand under waterfalls and meditate?" His face had gone an interesting shade of red as he growled, imagining beaning the women on the head with something heavy. He wasn't here to play happy circle-jerk wolf family, he was here to get this disease, this monster in him under control so he could go back to the real world beyond this damned cave and forget this whole nightmare. Pinching the bridge of his nose and closing his eyes, Alan took in a slow, deep breath. This wasn't like him, being this irritable, itching to hurt something... He didn't like it.<br/><br/>The other new guys seemed to readily fall in line with the whole program. The one with the mouth had seemed to learn the error of his mouth pretty quickly, and offered his assistance while the other seemed to be integrating without missing a beat. As Alan folded his arms, he could feel his skin prickling through the heat he felt in his flesh. His body quaked a little... he had gotten himself so worked up, every muscle in his body had tensed and knotted up. He even had to make a conscious effort to quit grinding his teeth before they cracked in his skull.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Powder the most important thing I have learned about being a werewolf is to befriend your wolf, he is and always will be a part of you. It will be a great ally if you let it."</span><br/><br/>Alan wanted to say 'Bullshit', but held his tongue. The wolf was nothing but a nuisance, at the very best of times. At the worst... He felt the shiver shoot up his spine as he recalled his body tearing itself apart when he first changed. Arguably worse than the pain was completely losing control and becoming a mere spectator as the infernal beast gallivanted off into the wood with what used to be his body. How could any of them consider something like that anything close to a blessing?