*Tyler's POV*
The next morning, I am able to wake up on my own. I head downstairs to the smell of coffee. Charles is already seated with a book in one hand and coffee in the other. He also has a bowl of cereal in front of him, fruity pebbles. The sight of the fruity pebbles in front of him makes me giggle. He looks up at me.
"Is something funny?" He says to me.
"Haha. I never figured you for the Fruity Pebbles type of guy."
Smiling, he lays his book down. "They were my son's favorite."
"If you don't mind me asking, what happened to your family?"
"They were killed in a car accident by a drunk driver."
"Is that what caused you to leave your pack and become a rouge?"
"Yes. I have not belonged to a pack for a long time now. I do not really know if I could go bac
