Swiftcurrent Creek lost in space

Phoenix remained quiet for now, and Constantine studied their accidental trespasser. With Durnehviir due any day now, his leniency was running thinner, but at the heart of his blood, Constantine remained a Mayfair – Lasher’s teachings and penchant for extending second chances was something ingrained within him. Still, when the other did not seem to rush in his exit, the Alpha felt a light frown beginning to pull at his features, and he lifted himself higher.
 
When it was revealed why he continued to linger, the shadowrunner gave pause in consideration, wondering once more why there seemed to be so many wolves without their memories. “I’m afraid not,” he answered, his molten eyes drifting to Phoenix to see if the tawny wolf would claim to know him. “If it’s this land that drew you in, I can’t help you. It’s my mate who grew up here, not me.”