He had been doing his best to attend to his duties as well as attend to his family. He had been hard at work to keep his ties close with Danica, Athena, and Rory but it seemed, just as always, that his efforts were not enough. His niece was gone, something that would surely piss off his dearest sister once she heard about it, the woman he had taken under his wing again had left, taking her child, the one that Ash had specifically eased her worries about and had promised to help take care and look after no matter what. The alpha had been trying to give his life and devotion to these wolves and once again it had been thrown smack dab back into his face so that everyone could see how foolish he was again. He never should have agreed to take in Athena and Dziban, but he had still loved her and he had wanted to protect the child. Oh, how much the sweet little children got to him. They were always his soft spot and Athena had used that against him, he just knew she had, and he had foolishly fallen into her little trap...AGAIN.
He was slumped against a tree after having rammed into it many times in anger. He was sure to have an even more shoulder the next day due to his temper. It was best he not encounter anyone from the pack that day, he wouldn't wish to subject them to his anger. And so without much of a thought Ash was constantly changing his location throughout the day, clinging onto the hope that no one would accidentally bump into him and get the impression that he was a bastard...though sometimes he didn't doubt it. Maybe that was why the women that he loved always left. He didn't think that he was a bad man, but he could certainly be wrong...he had been wrong many times before. Needless to say, because of his temper, the next time he got up to move to his next location, he was limping.
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