Moonspear The Morning After

She'd begun distancing herself from everyone even after the lightning. Everything that had happened afterward was just more to encourage her, and even when she did mingle with anyone, Harley seemed far away from her focus. Usually it was someone else. She smelled him around here and there and it all led her to believe his minded his own business, elsewhere, likely mingling a bit.

So when his explanation unfurled and the details came to light, she felt her eyes narrowing and head tilt. At first the best thing she could think was along the lines of a simple: why? A hesitation followed, because why would he? And even hearing her called Althaia struck her as strange. But her hackles stiffened anyway and she knew she'd been staying away from him recently, so it was not so unbelievable -- even if it hardly seemed like something in line with the wolf she knew. She was keeping him at what felt like a mutual arm's length so long as his distaste in her general direction remained and perhaps this was some.. hint as to the whole depths of this. Meanwhile she didn't want to put up with any of his shit when she had so much else to concern herself with.

There was a lot here to take issue with. Harley's information had been.. plenty detailed already.

Now, where to begin?

"Where are they now?" she asked, licking her lips and eying him carefully in her effort to gauge when or where this was. Charon was who she wanted, mostly, but Althaia may not be far behind if the dark alpha had anything to do about it. She took care to measure her exhale, even while rippling her rising hackles anxiously -- the first outward signs she'd dare to show while she still could gain from this. In part, she understood why he told her this considering Charon's involvement, but why was it Harley here before her telling her this, of all wolves, and why the hell was her mate mating with the thrall?