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.