It's been too long. [Drake]

Since Roxy had joined the pack, it had become a lot easier to bring others in, almost like his name was getting around. His sister, still though, was having more luck then he was. It was probably her personality where his was certainly not approachable. But nonetheless, Drake wasn't giving up. He was also getting used to the city and where things were and was able to navigate a lot better. His thick accent, however, still made it hard for others to understand him and he found himself getting a lot angrier at simple transactions. He'd never had patience for humans, neither as human or wolf and he was pretty sure that if he was left to his own devices, he'd probably have ripped a few people apart just in aggravation by now.  

Some habits were hard to break and Drake spent most his waking hours at night, prowling the streets. As a wolf, he'd slept away most of the day and hunted at night. He'd done it for so long, he found he was unable to break such habits even today, as a human. But it had never actually bothered him. It was in the darkness that he found his greatest allies. Roxy for example. He wasn't the only supernatural creature wandering the streets of NYC at night, though he tended to avoid all others. It was on one of these nightly strolls that he caught the scent and he ended up following it a few more blocks till he came to a tavern. It was obviously closed but the smell was too strong to ignore. There were too many werewolf scents here and there wasn't an Alpha scent anywhere. This was almost too good to be true. An all you can recruit buffet. Ignoring the fact that it was closed, Drake opened the door and went in, wincing at the sound that announced his arrival. 

It had been precisely that, that had thrown off his guard and the next second, he heard a loud sound and quickly found himself  thrown backwards as a weight slammed into him. Instantly, his hand reached for the moonstone under his shirt, ready to rip it off and defend himself but then the scent tickled his nose and he breathed in, recognizing the scent as family and he felt himself relaxing and even more surprising, wrapping his arms around her thin shoulders. "Hey, Cam!" he greeted with a light chuckle, still surprised it was her. The last time he'd seen her, he'd told the Europe pack he was leaving. He hadn't been able to face her then, unable to stand the look of heartbreak on her face and had pushed her out of his mind. He'd changed a bit since then, gained a bit of humanity back and now he felt rising guilt welling up inside him as she reached up to grasp his face in her hands, her endless questions fogging his mind. He could tell she didn't hate him for what he'd done but he still needed to lift the weight off his chest.

He stopped her mid sentence by taking her hands from his face and giving her a look. "Cam, I'm sorry for leaving you like I did. I hope I did not hurt you or cause you to come to harm." With brotherly affection that he normally only showed for his sister, he reached out and cupped her cheek with one hand, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "I found this place by scent. What do you have going on here?" he asked, looking around the semi dark interior of the bar. He was expertly avoiding all her questions. 

If I'm brutally honest, Drake, I've been building you an army. That was certainly something he wasn't expecting to hear. It wasn't even something he'd admitted to himself since coming to America. He hadn't seen it as an Army, at least, not till now. He did, indeed, tend to go to war against the rising Magi problem. Especially here, in New York, they were fleas, getting into everyone's business without being invited. He'd use his teeth to rip them all apart and the more he had standing behind him, the less of a chance the Magi had of fighting back. He couldn't wait to have Magi blood running in the streets! 

He remembered Cam in front of him and knocked himself out of his revere to smirk at her. "An Army, huh? Sounds very modern day. Even though I left you behind with the rest of them, you still struggle on to make me happy." He leaned back in the booth, flopping one arm over the back of the seat and crossing his ankles over the side of the seat as he sat sideways, back against the wall. "And each member you bring in, knows they might not survive?" The grim question hung in the air between them as Drake gazed seriously at her. He'd never been one to care about the well being of others. In fact, even for as close as he was to his sister, he'd never looked over his shoulder to make sure she was alright. With the same blood pumping in his veins, in her veins, he knew she could handle herself and it became even more so when she also gained the Lycanthropy curse. He would have no reason to care for those who followed him. His sister had tried to tell him, over and over again, that a pack was only as strong as their bond; no bond between the Alpha and his subjects would only cause the pack to frizzle away. He'd brushed her off each time, telling her that if they frizzled away, it meant they weren't loyal enough. He supposed both hypothesis would begin to be tested. "Do most of them even know who they are following and why?" That was the most important question. His one and only goal was to exact revenge on the Magi who had cursed him and by doing that, he was going to take New York by force. If those who joined his pack didn't agree with that, they would only be a hindrance to his plan.