Moonstone Quarry And The Light may Shine in Your Eyes

He gave a wry smile at the male's sentiment. He had expected, and therefore wasn't surprised,  by the reaction to the pack he called home. 
"A good pack if you have a skill and do it well. An even better pack if you have been in a similar pack since 6 months old, and were trained extensively in that skill." He was a fighter and a killer. And damn good at them, too. He had the makings of an alpha, too, but he didn't want to be too boastful. The guilt he carried in him wasn't for being what he was, but for the horrible acts Nix had taught him to do- slaughtering pups and shewolves, torturing insubordinate wolves, forcibly breeding shewolves. There was so much blood on his paws he marveled that he wasn't stained crimson.  He flicked an ear at the name, and gave his own. " My mother said I looked exactly like my grandfather. I was a bad memory made to haunt her. As I grew, it became obvious my grandfather's pelt wasn't all I inherited."