That moment Chase had found out that he was a werewolf changed his life. His way of things, and even his way of thinking, were forever changed. How was it that he was told he was to kill someone? No one else had to, but yet he did because he would be the preceding alpha. The kill of a hunt would throw his wolf form into overdrive. He would be a protector of his pack, despite his feelings. Whatever he would do would be for the better of the group. But what would happen if the group was wrong? Would he still have the intentions on standing by them?
He looked around the hallways at school. A few boys his age were part of his pack, and were part of his posse. They were staring at Chase, who was deep in thought. He was trying to look for the girl who he was supposed to lure into the woods to the pack, then slaughter her in front of them. He glanced around the school, looking for that girl. Eve.