He shrugged his shoulders and looked out the window. Truthfully, his father was training him to become pack-master once the pack-master retires. He shook his head, thinking of how he would become a pack-master at such a young age. The recent pack-masters since his parents birth had usually been in their 30's, and retiring in their 50's. It was only two decades of reigning over them, but a lot could happen in just a year. He was worried about leading his tribe into failure. He didn't know if he should share his secret with Holly. It would be the ultimate taboo of werewolf life. 
"I'm a descendant of an ancient Romanian tribe that settled here a few decades ago. My parents met in Romania, and moved here to the states before I was born. I was raised by them most of my life. We have a house down a trail in the forest, overlooking the lake. My mother wants me to get a good education, but my father doesn't think I should waste my childhood with my head in books," he chuckled. "We also have three large Tamaskans," he swallowed. He usually told anyone that if they asked about his home. It saved their ass when someone randomly saw them in their wolf forms.