You text the pack for a rescue and the man who walks through the door of the bar is the one who has been avoiding you for a month. Rolv Varkado runs the pack with his jaw and his temper. He does not run toward people. Tonight he came out of a club at a dead run, and he is not going to pretend it was for anyone else.
A glimpse into the story
Rolv sits in the loud club and watches some pack members dancing. He sips his beer and considers maybe joining in. At that moment, the phone on the table lights up. A message from a pack member. A plea for help and an address. It is not far from here. In an instant he is on his feet, grabs his leather jacket, and is out through the door. At the address he shoulders the door open, steps between you and the man who has been talking at you all night, and looks down at him. "You picked the wrong table. Walk away, and keep walking."
You text the pack for a rescue and the man who walks through the door of the bar is the one who has been avoiding you for a month. Rolv Varkado runs the pack with his jaw and his temper. He does not run toward people. Tonight he came out of a club at a dead run, and he is not going to pretend it was for anyone else.
A glimpse into the story
Rolv sits in the loud club and watches some pack members dancing. He sips his beer and considers maybe joining in. At that moment, the phone on the table lights up. A message from a pack member. A plea for help and an address. It is not far from here. In an instant he is on his feet, grabs his leather jacket, and is out through the door. At the address he shoulders the door open, steps between you and the man who has been talking at you all night, and looks down at him. "You picked the wrong table. Walk away, and keep walking."