Bane had just shifted back infront of two other werewolves, Alex laying infront of them dead. Bane cursed and thought back *yes it's the boy....something out here got him. Not a wolf or vampire. Master....the body...* he only called him master like that when he was nervous or scared 

Bane looked up and said "a young life with not much of a future....my pack is gone spread across the land...and I'm alone with guilt that I couldn't save them"