Lake Rodney Everyone is a book of blood

Good. I don't plan on being a father to a bastard I have left behind long ago. His grin faded, face falling into a stern glare as he eyed the white wolf. He was absolute in his decision. One night stands were in the past and he had no intentions of owning up to the past offspring that he had not planned nor wanted. Brood that had come with a spur of the moment, a moment of passion and nothing else. 

If you wish to learn, observe I am forming a pack over in the Haunted Woods. If you wish, you can follow and do as you please within a reasonable distance. That is my offer. Not quite the father of the year, but of this boy wanted to get to know the man who had created him genetically, what better way than to follow in the shadows and live in the same lands. Though he would not be crushed if he chose not to follow, to go to a different pack - it was his decision after all.