My mind had been distracted all of the day. After seeing Bailey, I had gone to the gym, and took my anger out on the punch bags. But, it had not done what I had needed, not like it usually did. My wolf, Jet, enraged at the sense of distrust from one of his own pack needed to be allowed out. He needed the freedom of space and time to run. He enjoyed the thrill of hunting and taking his anger out on some innocent small prey. Making them suffer because of his wrath.