The moon had barely risen, and yet Killian couldn't stop pacing around the pack hall. He could sense that there was something amiss, but with the current situation, he had no chance to go out and look for Inez. He stared at Seth, who stared right back at him. "You seem to be worried about something. What a rare sight. I have never seen something like this before. A fretting lycan. Should I call someone to capture it?"
"What do you want, Seth?" Killian asked, barely concealing the rage and worry bubbling in his body. "If there is nothing more than teasing me, then I guess I will take my leave."
"Sit down." Seth picked up a teacup and poured some chamomile tea into it. "There is something that I would like to discuss with you."
