Paul slept sprawled out on his bed, dreaming nice and peacefully dreams. He jumped awake as he heard someone come into his house. He quickly sat up and looked at his door as Sam barged in. "Get up. Now." Paul quickly stood up then followed Sam outside. Paul watched Sam phase then phased quickly after him, wishing that he hadn't. The whole pack was yelling at him, and he didn't even know why. He followed the pack to council rock then waited to be told what to do.
Paul arrived at the council rock and saw Giselle standing on the rock. He swallowed hard as he watched her walk over to him. He put his paw over his nose when she scratched him, wincing. "I'm sorry! I didn't know what was going on, and I didn't know an elder died!" Paul yelled. He honestly didn't know and he didn't think he should be yelled at for this. It wasn't his fault.
Paul stepped forward a little bit. "Nobody called for me. I didn't hear anything that was close to a call. It's not my fault that no one told me anything about this life. I didn't choose it!" He yelled.
Paul growled at Giselle, instantly phasing at how angry he was. He turned around and ran off, not wanting to start anything. He didn't know anything about this life, and no one was giving him any answers about it. He didn't want to be a stupid wolf. It made him a freak. Paul howled up at the moon as he continued to run. He didn't know where he was running to though. He just wanted to get away from everything. He heard a howl in return to his and knew that someone was calling for him, but he didn't care. If they wanted him, they could come and find him. Besides, it was just Giselle. It's not like it mattered what she said to him.