A Cold Night in Moscow Pt. 1
 
There he sat, alone at the bar. A red wolf, and former member of Gamma pack. This was Nikolai Dmitriev, a wolf who until a week ago had everything he could ever want. He had a pack that respected him as a hunter, a female he was going to make his mate, and a den to call home. “How did this happen?” he thought to himself as he tried to drown his sorrows with liquor. “Why me of all people? Why couldn’t I just have protected them?” The thoughts continued to rush around in his head throwing him further into depressions icy grasp. As the hours went by, the empty bottle began to pile up. Before he knows it, the bartender says “hey pal, closing time, time to go.”
“Just one more drink. Please” muttered Nikolai as tears began to form in his eyes.
“Sorry guy, but it’s time to go home” replied the bartender.
“Fine” said Nikolai as he walked out of the bar into the cold Russian air. It was a...