Now, he needed to show strength if he was going to convince them he was the person they thought he was pretending to be.

Death did not claim Ron as he stepped out on the street, much to his disappointment.

"He's gone, Ron. Our Alpha's gone." The words were spoken gently, but they slapped Ron in the face.

Wiping his eyes. Ron's rage was replaced by sadness. Looking at his hands, he saw they were bloody where his nails had shifted

"The veil will be at its thinnest in five days, and the passage between this world and Origin will be possible."

"Strategy over strength, my sons. That is how we defeat our enemies."

"Watch out, Gary!" The first punch landed squarely in Gary's stomach, doubling him over.

The cavernous room looked and felt just as Ron remembered it, wrong. The scene before him was chaos.

Ron circled the block, his pursuer a heartbeat behind him. He knew this was the right place; his nose told him so.