Ricky poured Don another drink then one for himself and Tyler before setting the bottle down onto the desk. He listened closely as the hybrid spoke and once he was done, downed his drink in one. "Fuck."

Don watched Tyler closely and tried his hardest to keep his anger from getting the best of him. He agreed with Ricky's assessment at the end and exhaled. "So," he finally said after a moment of silence. "I assume, like all crazy and off the rails bastards like him, it's either join or death. How can I protect my pack." Because he would be damned if they joined this bastard. "By the way you spoke, you're here to help so there must be a way."

From the way Tyler spoke, Don felt for the young man. He'd gone through so much and that pain was unimaginable.