New arrivals and additions to the pack weren't uncommon at all. As the Alpha's son, Brandon had seen plenty of rogues, humans and wolves file for sanctuary in the hopes of becoming part of his fathers pack. Normally, those new arrivals would be introduced to the pack and allowed to mingle, to find their own place to settle down. Yet when Brandon's father accepted a human to join them, it was kept secluded and sheltered, hidden from the pack. The only ones who were allowed to interact with the human, were the Alpha and Brandon himself. It made the Alpha's son question what exactly was so special about this one human.

I'm a pretty normal guy. I'm decent looking, I have a humorous personality, and I go to your average high school. But then I find out that my dear old father had just sold me to the mafia. As funny as it sounds, it's true. But not as a sex slave or anything like that. I became their errand boy, or servant If you'd like. It's not actually that bad. But I do have an issue with the mafia boss constantly claiming that I belong to him.