Stone Circle I won't explain or say I'm sorry

The man cocked his head as Valette spoke. Perhaps she was right. Perhaps the boy had been keeping secrets—too many it seemed. Clay had not mentioned the nightwalkers to him... He almost felt bad for his son, seeing him riled up and twisted within chaos he didn't fully understand, albeit he brought it upon himself.

Almost.

"I remember," He replied, tail swishing before letting out a gasp at his lady's words. "No... Surely not?" He was astounded, side-swept by such an accusation. Clay? In love with another he-wolf? He couldn't remember any odd behavior out of the boy; no lingering glances, no feverish touches. "Has such an... infliction been prevalent with your family's history?" Perhaps it was the case of Arlette, a mutation passed down.

Yes. That was sure to be it.

"What should we do? Should we do anything?"