Killian stalked back to the party. His eyes flickered to the corpse that was now being taken away. The sight revolted him utterly; it was disgusting how shifters would sometimes take things too far without considering the consequences of their choices. The siren was not a pure one; maybe she was not even a half-blood like Inez. The siren blood in her veins was far too diluted to even be considered as one, but still, it made his heart twist.
His grandmother often told him that he was not fit to live a life as an alpha because he felt too much, thought too much and saw too much. And maybe he did. He cared. While the others did not, it was not a surprise because shifters were often driven by desires, and he, on the other hand, saw things much more clearly.
