Wolves of Roma

Prince of Roma- Chapter 8

Previously on Wolves of Roma (Chapter 17)

Somewhere in a bar in Montana

The lone wolf was nursing his drink, it was a little early to drink but he had nothing better to do, he thought bitterly. He gulped his drink in one go and indicated to the bartender to fill it up.

A man walked up and sat next to him.

"Drinking does not solve your problems, you know" the man next to him said.

He didn't even bother looking at this guy, he was simply not interested.

"Neither do strangers, so, fuck off!" he said dismissed him.

"Sometimes, they just might" The stranger added.

For the first time he looked at the stranger. Old, wrinkly face, mostly grey hair and eyes, this old goat was close to his expiry date.

"Listen grandpa!" He said "You don't know me. I don't know you. You don't know what my problems are and I don't give a shit what your problem is. So, if you think we can sit and exchange sob stories well you can try for the next looser you see in the bar down the road. This one is simply not interested"

The old man just smiled, it was more of a smirk "I know who you are Beta Crawford or...should I say ex-beta."

The beta froze, realization dawning on him, he again took a close look at the old man and his surroundings and he realized that the old man was not alone. There were two guys near the door. They looked like typical guard dogs. But as he analyzed them he realized they were anything but typical and he had a feeling he would have a hard time taking them down. Of course they were wolves and so was this old goat.

"Who are you?" he asked, this time cautiously, he as such was in shitload of trouble. He didn't want more to be added to his pile.

"A stranger, who can help you" he extended his hand.

"You can call me" he said with a small smirk. A trademark of his.

"Charles"

Chapter 8
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He entered Colorado from Wyoming. He had stayed at the Knapp's Wycolo lodge, which was very close to Colorado border, acted like a regular tree huger who usually visited this place and in the name of hiking he visited the border every day of the week, he did not find any patrols, guards or sight any wolves. So after a week, he checked out, walked in to the forest transformed and entered Colorado.

Beta Crawford was on a mission, he technically was not a beta anymore after his uptight alpha kicked him out of the pack. But his new pack, if he could call it that, always referred to him as beta Crawford. His current pack was a rag-tag of misfits and other losers and he was recruited to keep them in line, train them and put some discipline in to them. Even though they called him 'beta' he was an alpha to these bands of misfits. He was proud of what he achieved with them in a few months, him being a beta was invaluable as Charles had said and he was given a free hand in how to run his show.

He was finally happy again, at a point when he had nowhere to go, Charles had shown up and there was no looking back and the best part. The best part was if Charles plan succeeded, he had promised him his ex-alpha's head in a platter. Now, that was something to look forward to and knowing Charles as he did in the last few months that was a promise he could deliver on. That old goat had balls of steel.