Silvertip Mountain that's a bad sound

It didn't eactly shock Grayday when his words didn't go over too well; he'd been expecting anger and indignation in the first place, and he'd never been good at talking his way out of situations. Better just to roll with the punches and hope none of them landed harder than he could take. But... if he was being honest with himself, he might admit that it hurt to have the alpha look at him like that.

He tried to tell himself that it'd been a stressful day, and that Day had just piled bad news on bad news on bad news, but that still didn't make it feel any better. Wordlessly, Day watched as Steady walked away, feeling as though he'd done something terribly wrong.

And maybe he had. Maybe it was the worst thing he could've done to his friend, but Grayday was almost four years old, now. If his eyes were anything to go by, he was about to be past his prime. If he didn't have kids now, when would he?

"I'm sorry," he muttered, too low for the man to hear. But there was nothing he could do right now that could fix it, and so he decided to wait a bit longer and see what might happen. Maybe Steady just needed time to get over the Fen and it's apparently betrayal. Maybe Steady would never look at him the same again.