RUNNING WITH WOLVES

Dante was an asshole.. Was being the word in question. Back home in Camden, England UK he was one of those kids that was spotted doing stupid shit, grabbed by the phuzz and released after his uncle came and vouched for him. He was a trouble maker and a shit.. until the wolf kicked in. 

He was a drummer in one of those dime a dozen punk rock bands that played in the seedy clubs of the London underground that made bands like the Cockney Rejects and The Sex Pistols famous. His band mates just couldn't carry the weight and so they never got very far. Was a night like most others when it happened though.. Full moon, Drunken asshole trying to jack his kit from the back of the truck after the show.. he may of been 17 but he had already been bitten by his dad and had the wolf in him. So when he saw that son of a bitch well..he changed.. and the kid didn't know what hit him, along with 5 other people that fell prey to the beast within that saw the accident. When the shit hit the fan and he hopped in his truck and took off the only place he could go was to his dad. His dad was a member of an MC in Camden and the boys took care of the situation and got little Dante the fuck out of town. Regardless that was 10 years ago. He left England back in '12 looking for a place to call his own.. he'd been a lone wolf long enough. He needed a pack.. a place to belong.. a place to find peace.. if it was obtainable. When he was travelin he heard tell of a place over in Colorado that had a good strong community.. so he headed to Colorado with nothing more then an old Chevy truck with his bike and his drum kit in the back and a referal from his old man's pack leader that he was good, and loyal.