The claws of anger

He paced the floors, trying to make sense of what was happening. 

That boy is so young. He doesn't deserve to go through all this. 

He thought as he continued with his pace.

But if he's to help him, it means he will have to go against the Alpha. 

As a good follower of the Alpha, going against his master isn't becoming a good werewolf of a pack.

It's always a do-or-die affair. 

No.

He can't help him. 

No.

He can't feel sorry for someone like him. 

He should just mind his business. 

Yes.

That's what he should do.

But is it the right alternative? Is that what he ought to do?

Will his conscience allow him to overlook this? 

Guilt will likely kill him before his time.

"Should I help him out?" 

He mused aloud.

"What's it? Why are you restless? Is your mate birthing your pups?" Jackil his best friend joked.