Sitting at the dinner table, Ares thought about the girl at the bar. "Guys I think we need to keep an eye on the new place, there seems to be a rough crowd forming there."
His brothers turned to look at him, stupid grins plastered over their faces. "Looks like Ares finally likes someone," Apollo teased, followed by a series of Oooohhhs from the table.
"Shush man, you know I'm being serious." He snapped, his eyebrows furrowed. Although he knew deep down he did want to see Mackie again, he just could'nt figure out why. She had been so brave, so fearless, and yet he worried something bad would happen to her.
He washed his bowl in the sink, letting the hot water warm his hands.
That night, as he lay in bed, he dreamt of the pack and a war. Wolves fighting wolves, men fighting men, and in the distance a lonely howl. He knew that howl, he felt it knew him too.
He let his dreams take him, and slipped away.
Sunny
