Wheeling Gull Isle a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied

Constantine thought he might have imagined it – but the tawny wolf who had called them listened to those pressing themselves for leadership, and seemed to dismiss them – also making eye contact with him and no others, despite that Constantine had not placed himself forward. He felt his nerves bristling – but the wraith withheld his hackles from doing so in return. He had spoken nothing of placing himself forward as a candidate – but now, as if spurned by the challenge, something awoke inside the Mayfair.
 
Whatever the next step of his life would be, it would not be watching this stranger take the girl he had wanted to love and follow him blindly.
 
Another suggested they get to know one another – a hunt, to start. The shadow wasn’t feeling social right now – his mind and heart both reeling at the very idea that Aria was here, but now she was gone from him forever. But to be alone would only stir his thoughts to spiral further, and Constantine was keen on the distraction. “A hunt,” he agreed amicably, and with his fiery eyes trailing over Komodo with a new sense of consideration – and not necessarily one of friendly nature – the wraith moved after the pale fellow who made the suggestion, wondering if anyone else would follow.