Kieran's patience had snapped.
The laughter behind him sounded nothing more than a meaningless chorus as he shoved past his guests.
He didn't care who he knocked aside.His gaze locked onto the boy.
His wolf was on its toe, as agitated as he was.
He moved like a wraith through the crowd, ignoring the gasps, the murmurs, the smug faces…
His vision tunneled…only the boy mattered,the one slinking toward the infirmary like a thief.
But the boy's steps were too slow to be that of a criminal's. Yet too careful. Head constantly turning. Shoulders hunched. Like he expected to be followed.
"What the fuck are you doing, kid?"
Kieran slowed, keeping his steps very very quiet. A lifetime of hunts made stalking and masking his scent easy. His wolf was pacing inside, restless and angry.
