Alex Started to hear a haunting melody that had a dark tone to it. He could already tell that the music was comming from the guarden and growled softly. He was hoping for some peace and quiet, not music filled air. His anger started to bubble but he made himself calm down. All werewolves had a short fuse and he was no exception to that. He was just one of the better ones that were able to actually controll there anger sometimes and not go on a blind rampage and kill everything. That was the reason most werewolves lived out in the forest and away from everyone. But he was different, even his packs cheif had told him that. Yet he was more dangerous since his cotrol could slip at any moment.
As he got closer to the garden he saw a girl there. Her sent smelled of something scerpent like, probably some kind of snake or something. He growled softly and then looked at her, "the music is irratating, so shut up." he growled as he headed over to her. Out of the corner of his eye he saw his tree. A nice sterdy one that had a big branch that looked like a cradle. That was his bed and always would be. He had marked it his when heforst got here so if something happened to it he would Hurt who did it. His attention then went back to the girl and he found he had to breath slightly and count silently. He had to keep some kind of calm, he had too.