Soon Bran had gotten Justin into there new base, a house owned by a different pack member he didn't know. A few days passed, and even then Vincent's wounds were wrapped in bandages. The wounds would heal at a slower rate than what they usually did. He sat on the porch, his arms on his knees with no shirt on only pants. He wondered what he was going to do he had a new pack and everything still he couldn't get Roxy off of his mind. The sun was sinking below the horizon, tommorrow night would be a full moon.