He stood for a moment and regarded Aiden, ice blue eyes glaring holes in his old friend. Volk shook his head, and turned away to finish packing his truck, slamming the doors on the covered bed shut.
"Then go away!" he snarled, "You want pack, but not with me. Not even now you see I'm here. I was here first, so you fucking leave." He stomped around the side of the truck and yanked open the door on the driver's side. "You haven't changed. You rather have pack of strangers than come find me, so find somewhere else. This is mine."