New age New her

The signs were already put up. The land hand been marked. The mansion that was once filled was now hollow with winds the only inhabitants as the las of the tracks packed up the furniture. Felix bit his lip in frustration as he looked on toward space. His hands were tightly balled up in fists and his wolf growled low grumbling within him.

"Felix?"

"Felix?"

"Alpha?"

He turned sharply to face Jordan. He had cut off most of his hair, leaving him with a military cut. The vein at the side of his forehead was more prominent. It seemed to grow more each time he had to be around Felix. It bothered Felix that he did not know why.

"The last group has moved, your father sent me to get you," Jordan stated. Jordan looked up when he did not get a response and saw the darkness in his eyes, he sighed.