Dagger didn't know what to think of Zachariah. He was a deadly looking wolf. Big, scary, and menacing. Towering over Dagger, Zachariah sat down. His tail began to thump on the ground. Dagger let out a low growl, scrunching up his muzzle to show his teeth. Zachariah snorted and stood up. The Moon reflected off of the other wolf's pelt, showing off the muscles underneath. Dagger felt small compared to Zachariah. Henry came trotting around from the car. He looked like an older version of Zachariah, with less muscle and more flab. Dagger tried not to stare at the two as they stood next to each other. The love that Henry had in his eyes every time he looked at Zachariah, sent a knife to Dagger's heart. He had seen the look on Rick's face as the Coldwell's dragged him out of the house. It was a look of sheer disappointment. How many times had Dagger seen that look? Every day of every week. Every hour of every day, waking and dreaming. It was etched into his mind, haunting his nightmares. To be truthful it hurt, and after this. Rick was probably going to disown him. Tell all his friends that Dagger had died or something. Maybe even say that Dagger wasn't really his son and that his mother had cheated. Cheated… that would be gold, Dagger thought. If she had cheated, then she really didn't care father and had just left him with the first man that came to mind. Dagger shook his head and let out a snarl. Zachariah answered with a ruff bark of shorts. Dagger glanced at him and watched as Zach and Henry turned tail. They trotted into the forest, stopping at the tree line to wait for Dagger. Dagger scoffed and followed suit.