To say Steel Gaze is having a bad night is an understatement. The Alpha of the Sky Wardens has plenty, plenty weighing on his mind.
Kevin is back at the Tur, or possibly joining the others in their search for Grandfather. Either way he's probably got his hands full with Pure.
Speaking of, a pair of them had damn nearly been the death of the rahu. A lucky intervention by Tony Ward had pulled him out of the fire and evened the odds. Even then, Steel knows he's going to need a couple of hours to patch up. Hours that he's painfully aware he doesn't have.
And then there's Jessie.
Ooooooh boy, Jessie.
Steel pauses in his movements to lick at his wounds a bit, spitting some blood on the ground. For once, for once Jessie had stood up for his beliefs. Unfortunately said beliefs meant he'd been arguing for not killing the Pure's hierarchy when given the chance. Not that Steel has place to complain given the two werewolves he and Tony had left patching up, but priorities needed to be taken.
Top priority, find out if Jessie was a full-on traitor, stupid, cowardly, or some combination of the three. Either way it doesn't promise to be a pleasant conversation as Steel lopes along toward the court of Prideful Harrier.
Yo,
Moonfang
, get Jessie's fuzzy butt over here. His Alpha wants to have words...