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Nightjar grimaced at Birk's reply and made to move on past the white-haired wolf; he didn't have time for this. He would have kept on going, too, if Birk hadn't followed up with a compliment. It would surely have flattered his late father, perhaps even set his loins aflame, but it had the exact opposite effect on Peregrine's eldest son, who crinkled his muzzle and shot Birk a sharp look over his shoulder.

"Don't ever say anything like that again," he warned darkly, setting his teeth in a firm line behind his mouth as he glared at the higher ranked man. A shudder crawled up his spine at the thought of another man finding him handsome, and his lips turned downward. Did this guy really think he was gay or something? Disgusting. "I'm not into dudes," he explained succinctly, but his heated tone and flinty eyes said much more than that.

Nightjar wasn't just "not into dudes"; he was completely and utterly homophobic.