I'm usually calm, cool, and collected. When I snap, I snap though. You really don't want to be in my way when I'm on a rampage. I lost my wife too early in life. She was the glue that held everything together. Now I put all my efforts into my club's success. My two sons, Rocko and Mason, are club members so I'm always with my family. I try to think of the smarter ways to handle things because I don't want to make a mistake and lose them too. Now that I have a girlfriend, Sawyer, I try even harder not to make mistakes that would get me or anyone else hurt.

I was born and raised in Big Sky, Montana. I am the oldest of four kids with my brother Python being just a year younger. We grew up close and when our little sister Gwen was born, I was about eleven years old and boy was she protected. A couple of years later, our baby brother Cris was born.

I knew I would be a Wild Wolf when I grew up. It was in my blood as my father had been one as well. The club had been around for a very long time, as a matter of fact. In 1898 the club was formed and had Morettis in it since then. So it was no surprise that if I wasn't doing Motocross, which I got in when I was young and dominated the course as well as my brother Python, I was at the clubhouse hanging out with friends and just having fun.

School was alright for the most part growing up. I was more into anything that I could do that was competitive. Being a Moretti, normally we like to compete in a lot of things. I joined football, playing quarterback in high school. Besides that, I did basketball as well, probably getting a little too mean there with my competitiveness as I was caught fouling a lot more than some others normally would. However, I still loved Motocross and that had always been something that I didn't stop doing, and even competed a few times as an adult.

I met my future wife in elementary school. She was always willing to cheer me on when I did Motocross and we became pretty inseperable over the years, even bringing her by the clubhouse when she was able to hang out after school when I didn't have Motocross or any other game. When we were seniors in high school, we were expecting our first child, a son that we named Rocko. He was born the summer after we graduated. I, of course, married Sarah, happily before heading off to fire academy to become a fire fighter. It was hard juggling that and prospecting to the Wild Wolves, but I wasn't going to give up. I knew I needed a good job to support my family, and that was what I did.

Our son Mason, was born about five years after Rocko was born, so we had a handle on things by the time he came along. Life was great. I had two sons who I loved and tried to make sure they were equally loved and cherished. I loved on my wife, who when we least expected it, got diagnosed about 10 years ago with cancer. It was hard getting that diagnosis because I thought she would do so much more with her life and spoil grandchildren and grow old with me.

She fought hard though and tried not to let the cancer diagnosis define her at all. She made sure everyone was taken care of, but then that was always her nature, looking after her sisters and then her sons, and even me more than I would really admit out loud to anyone. She loved with all of her heart and even though she had her bad days, she still put on a brave face and smile to make sure people didn't worry about her. However, five years later, she passed away finally, with me right there by her side, holding her hand.

After that, I threw myself into the Club and firefighting more than ever. I became the president a few years ago and I honestly believe I earned it, but I'm sure it was more because of me not doing anything else in my life besides things the club needed or working my day job. It wasn't until I was completely at the bottom of a bottle and thrown in the drunk tank for the night about 6 months after getting the presidency of the club that I realized that I was throwing my life away and my sons needed me. Sure, they're adults and probably could take care of themselves more than I ever could of them, but Sarah would be pissed and I was sure trying her damnedest to smite me from whereever she was in the afterlife for losing myself like I was.

I started to really sober up after that and made smarter choices. Thankfully, I've had my brothers there to help me, especially Python. I even started to date again, having asked Sawyer Morgan out, the sheriff's daughter. She's actually a Deputy herself, so I do get razzed about that since I'm in an outlaw motorcycle club. Truthfully, the club isn't even anything like an outlaw club. We all follow the laws, maybe stretching them a bit here and there, but I'm a firefighter as well, and what fire house would employ an outlaw anyway?