He tried to open his eyes, but they were crusted shut. His throat burned from dehydration, and his side felt as if it had been ripped open. It took several moments for him to do so, but then he remembered what had happened.
He had gone out to hunt again, to clear his mind of his growing discontent. While in his favorite grove, he found Harrison, the beast his alpha had been so determined to spare. True to his old position Harrison had found himself in command, only instead of guards it was a pack of feral worgen.