Even before being cursed with Lycanthropy and becoming Alpha to the Shasta-Klamath Pack, Finn had to deal with disputes among his uncle’s men, rival gangs, and even his own comrades in the trenches of France. While he certainly wasn’t directly involved with the situation concerning Autumn and Isaac, he’d lived long enough as a gangster that betrayal had the potential for some particularly nasty and brutal fallout; Fallout that, as Alpha, he was duty-bound to protect the pack against. Regardless of being human or werewolf, however, dealing with the volatile emotions of werewolves could be a daunting task.
Having left work early and in the capable hands of one of his managers, Finn had the lingering smell of some earthy-scented soap Laura, his ex-wife, had gotten him for his birthday one year. He liked to use it for special or important occasions. With his hair still damp, the Alpha sported a gray polo tucked into a pair of dark colored jeans when he answered the door, barefoot, to let Blair in. Greeting the other wolf with an easy smile and a hug, he inquired about a drink for his Lieutenant.
"Thanks for coming. Can I get you a drink?" Closing the door behind Blair, Finn lead them further into the house toward the kitchen.