The Sunspire pumped up kids

Although the kid talked a big game and tried to make it seem like he knew what was up, he really didn't (like, ever). Seabreeze looked frazzled and ready to leave but it wasn't the girl he had his sights on, but Terance. Screech wanted to get under his skin for some reason and it appeared to be working. Maybe he wanted the darkie to show his true self to someone — validate Screech's view of him and his kind — and so far that seemed to be happening. Terance looked like he was ready to tear Screech a new asshole, and then he was veering after Seabreeze as if she was in dire need of protection.

Screech? Well, Screech just watched. He had no interest in chasing after the girl even with his blood boiling, and his body reacting to the scent of her body. He was ignorant about the cause-and-effect of everything that had transpired since her arrival. A part of him probably wanted to pursue something, but it was a vague and muddy thought in the back of his mind. Nah, he'd rather just put Terry in his place — somehow turn the tables with this one conversation and prove, either to the wolves present or just himself, that he was more than a shitty little Omega and wannabe-ally to the mighty Rannoch.

So, Terance intercepted nothing but a one-eyed glare; as he herded Seabreeze away, Screech had already given up on the situation and had ceased goading the Beta and began shuffling along, turning his back on the darkie. Sure, sure, take her somewhere private and do your thing. Whatever you want, mister Beta. The boy's tail fluffed and twitched in the manner of an irritated cat, but he dropped the topic soon after, and would leave them to their dirty business if he wasn't further interrupted.

Game over, man. This wasn't so fun anymore.