It was night, a white wolf or should we say a werewolf was patrolling the edges of the forest, making sure no one had crossed into there territory. He was a beta and he would do anything his alpha told him to do for the good of the pack. Slowly and quietly he made sure no vamps or humans crossed there territory if they did they would get killed or scared off. It was like that in a pack, Bruce couldn't afford having bodies found tonight in the forest so he would just scare the humans or vamps off if not then he would kill if he had to.