Bramblepoint Nothing on this earth can break your heart

He expected a comeback of some sort, physical or verbal, but he did not anticipate a retort fingering him for his foolhardy behavior that day on Nocturne Summit. Peregrine swallowed, feeling a jolt of shame blister through him. He knew his behavior had been incredibly selfish and stupid, so he could hardly retort Charon's allegations, much as it rubbed him the wrong way to have those words fired at him by some dude off his rocker. It abruptly clicked in his head that the injuries littering the other male's face must be a result of that day, though Peregrine stopped short of feeling properly guilty about it.

"Yeah, okay," he huffed dismissively, the eye roll implied if not actuated. He wanted to walk away, go home, but he didn't want to turn his back on a madman. "I still don't know jack about this Lazarus," he added pointedly, glaring. Despite what he'd said just moments before about not caring, he wondered why Charon was pursuing this Lazarus. What had he done? Was he dangerous? The black Alpha thought of Peter's killer and swallowed thickly again. He might've asked, if he hadn't painted himself into a corner.