Carter was walking through the game booths of the fair. As the Alpha of the pack, and the Mayor of the town, he was expected to be here, but he also liked the time to relax with his friends and his pack.

The carnival was a mass of so many bright lights, loud noises, screams from the haunted houses and the roller coasters, topped with the scents of everything…and Carter and his werewolf pack could smell everything a blessing and curse to be sure. He huffs and shakes his head as he ambles along. Drinking the beer in his hand as he shoots the shit with his friends and some pack members.