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still clutched in my shaking hands. "Does it keep you safe?"
    "It works a whole lot better with the bullets.” I didn’t appreciate him avoiding my question. “I don’t have a pack; there is nothing here for you.” I added coolly.
    He smiled but it wasn't friendly. "Yeah, you deserted them didn't you?"
    "There was a change in ownership." I narrowed my eyes at him. "What do you want?"
    He ignored my question again and looked around the room. "So you don't have a pack? How long has it been since you've even seen another wolf?"
    This time I played his game and ignored his question and repeated my own. "What do you want?"
    "To be a part of your pack," He answered simply.
    "I'm not recruiting. Now get out." I walked to the exit and swung the unlatched door wide with my foot and pointed out into the rain with the end of the rifle.
    He didn't move. "Alpha Coon I'm not asking, and you're in no position to be making demands. You need a pack."
    That made me pause. He didn‘t accidentally run into my scent; he was looking for me specifically. Why else would he know my name? "I don't want one. The last time I was in charge of one a very big man tenderized most of my internal organs." The man snorted and shrugged, "he didn't want your pack; you were just the thing in the way of him getting laid."
    My pack had a lot of unmated females who were under my protection as the Alpha. I agreed with him silently. "Why are you here? You're a Born wolf." I waited but he didn't answer me. "You got tossed out of the club too huh?"
    His eyes darkened but he didn't say anything, refusing to rise to the bait.
    "Listen we could play this game all day or you could just answer my questions?" My temper flared. I had learned some patience but he was pushing my buttons and all at the same time too.
    “Not until we’re a pack,” He moved away from the window and walked passed me and out the door.
    I stood and stared in confusion for a moment, and then that sinking feeling of isolation engulfed me again. I was alone, and it was so quiet. Maybe I wasn’t as impervious to being without a pack as I thought. Maybe it was just taking longer to affect me.
    A cupboard over the sink slammed open and I jumped at the sound then glared at it. “Fuck off Jack.”
    I made my way over to the open cupboard and retrieved the door knob the landlord had bought for me when I first moved in. The day I first walked in with my meager box of possessions there was a drunken hunter passed out on the floor. He had thrown one last bash before hunting season and his month-long lease was up. Unfortunately it had been up for at least a week; evidently it had been a very long party. The guy stumbled out the door laughing as I stood, literally stuck, to the alcohol-soaked kitchen floor. In his rush to leave though, he had unintentionally left me a nice little present; I leaned the rifle against the counter and reloaded the weapon. He was also kind enough to leave enough ammo to start a one-man revolution and after a bit of practice I learned to use the abandoned rifle like an expert.
    I touched the warped, crushed knob of the door and it crumbled into several pieces, clattering to the floor. If that guy wanted to come back it would take more than a cheap doorknob to stop him but at least the new knob would keep the rest of the world out.
    After replacing the knob I sat down on the couch and curled my feet beneath me with the reloaded rifle leaning against my leg, like some sort of morbid teddy bear. Eventually I relaxed and felt my eyes start to close. With the adrenaline gone I had little left to run on and I fell asleep.
    When I woke up again he was back, replacing the knob he had broken... again.
    My eyes darted around the room searching for the now missing riffle and came to rest on it beneath one of his knees.
    "You don't take hints well do you?" I snapped as he finished screwing the newest doorknob to the door.
    He got off of his knee and picked up the rifle before standing to