<div style="text-align: center;">11Pm/ Crowl Hospital</div><br/>Tyson sat in the lobby of the hospital his face buried in his large hands, he was sure everyone could hear his weeping even though he tried to keep them as silent as possible. His body shook with a ferociousness that kept most people away from him. Not wanting to get caught by accident with a swinging fist of some sorts. His fiancee was dead, and he had no idea who had killed her. He had an idea but wasn't about to move on in it... he needed evidence before he unleashed a full out war on the southern werewolf clan.<br/><br/>If he succeeded in pulling his whole Northern clan into an army...there would be no stopping him, they would tare each and every werewolf caught South of the Border... He wouldn't leave any of them behind. Caught with the sudden fever or rage he slammed his fist down onto the couch next to him and stormed off. He needed to do something, anything other than sitting in the lobby that his belated fiancee used to work in and was currently resting on ice down in the morgue.  He was going insane.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;">12:30am/Blue Moon Night Club</div><br/>The pavement went by fast beneath his long strides as he ran. His claws clanking against the concrete each time the fell and scratched against the ground. Soon the roughness began to irritate his paw pads and he had to in the dirt next to the side-walk. He was panting hard but was not even near tired. He was fulled by rage and could run for hours and miles on end with this type of energy. The only way he knew how to handle this....was to drink his sorrow away. His club was going to be his sanctuary and he didn't even knew if he had the gut to return to his home.<br/><br/>Soon he was trotting his way through the doors and wolf detectors of his club. A guard was about to stop him but he let out a loud growl and he realized who he was then trotted and made his way up to his office which then called for Talon or someone to bring him a glass and a few bottles of whiskey. A long night was in for Tyson and he was going to drink it away.