Ravensblood Forest when the bullets pierced his body, he was already gone

It was a situation he wasn’t fond of – the discussion of staying out of the way of ones new neighbours. Still, if the stranger kept his pack to themselves, Constantine would certainly reciprocate – Deirdre had imposed outside packs upon them at Donnelaith, and the thought still frustrated him. Had that been part of the downfall to his family’s legacy?
 
The silver man had yet to introduce himself, and so the Mayfair felt as if the conversation was as good enough as wrapped up – facts were stated as to where his wolves would remain, and Constantine gave a nod. He did not feel the need to express just where his pack mates would spend the majority of their time, and so studying the wolf with fiery eyes once more, he tipped his muzzle a fraction to the side. “Very well.”