Their passion abated Maggie and Finn slept the rest of the night in each other's arms. The next day Maggie went to work and Finn stayed at home. He was becoming restless staying at home all day. He could no longer identify with the characters on TV. They were confusing and perplexing to him.
Finn thought to himself that he was a man and a werewolf at that. How could he keep depending on a woman, no matter how awesome and caring she may be. He had a destiny to seek and his destiny did not lay in this woman's apartment. So Finn decided to seek out his old pack. Perhaps, after fifty years they would have forgiven him and he could find absolution.
Fifty years ago the pack had lived in a rough town seven miles north of Cheyenne. Now Cheyenne had grown and the settlement had been incorporated into the city. Where werewolves had once roamed was now suburbs and Walmarts.
Finn slipped out of the house and walked the seven miles to the former settlement. There he morphed into his wolf form so he could smell better. He caught an old scent on the wind. It was definitely a member of his former pack. Sadly, it was Theo. He had never really gotten along with Theo.
He thought Theo was jealous of his cool car and his ability to pick up chicks easily. Theo was always tagging along next to him and trying to hang out. Ultimately, he didn't mind Theo; he just found him annoying in the way that people find their little brothers annoying.
Finn's former pack had taken up residence in the state park. The pack had moved there after Cheyenne had expanded to suburbs. They maintained a trailer park and bar nearby for when they wished to appear in their human forms. Some of the "wolves" had jobs in Cheyenne or on nearby farms.
Regardless if it was Theo's scent or not, Finn knew he had to reconnect with his old pack. So he followed Theo's scent to the state park. Fifty years ago, it had been filled with deer and birds populated it's lakes. He wondered if it was still so. It was still the same as fifty years ago, back then he had been to cool of a punk and not appreciated it's beauty. But, now after fifty years in a dark and damp basement he loved the sights and smells of the park. He loved the grasses, flowers and big waterfall. He longed to walk and run through it as both man and wolf.