No one really knew where Reece came from. He smelled of a strange origin, that was for sure, at least.

After Reece's pack at the base of the mountain was recently annihilated by a group of rogues, he found himself wandering, struggling to survive on his own. He'd been doing a fairly good job, all things considered, but old wounds from the attack quickly festered, and his food intake was insubstantial. It wasn't long before his weakened mind slipped up and he found himself accidentally encroaching upon another pack's territory - Northcrest.

The Northcrest pack was a tight-knit community based in the mountains, held together by their chief, alpha Harlan Adair. Reece fully expected a fight but he supposed he was lucky. Instead, Harlan, who had been on a routine perimeter-check, gestured for Reece to follow.

Despite the rest of the pack's initial wariness and suspicion about the outsider, when Harlan claimed that Northcrest would be harboring the new wolf while he recovered, they took his word as law. They trusted the chief.

Days later and Reece was still adjusting to being amongst the pack. No one bothered him, for the most part, but he could tell there was a varying degree of reactions to his presence. Some had become curious. Some didn't care. Some showed clear disgust on their faces, smelling an omega. He spent most of his time in the infirmary, occasionally leaving the building to roam and familiarize himself with the area.