As written by Script, Sentry, and Knosis
"He... he was curious about if we were from any packs. Big ones, important ones. I didn't say shit," he told Rowan.
Rowan grew quiet, his thoughts racing through the possibilities. It would be foolish to run from the Caer. It wouldn't matter anyway. Once you were on their radar, they had ways to find you. No, he would have to meet with this vampire, and Rowan preferred it to be on his terms.
The werewolf's jaw clenched. How could he have not heard that the Caer were returning to the city? Still, if the vampire was looking for just the packs, then perhaps the vampire was looking to do business with them. Perhaps, despite the mishap with Jason this evening, this could turn out to be a good thing.
Perhaps, just perhaps, it would guarantee his pack's place in the city and rid him of the hassle.
Rowan released a sigh. "Where the hell is Rachelle.." He growled.
As if on cue, it was at that moment that Rachelle emerged back out of the kebab shop, jogging back over to where Felix and Rowan were waiting. "Sasha's on her way with a van," she stated. "She'll be here in ten."
"Is... is he gonna live?" he asked Rowan. He looked to Rachelle too, hopeful, but torn up inside.
Rowan didn't answer. Jason was his right hand, but even the Alpha had never seen him this bad off. Nor did he care to get sentimental about it. Rachelle shrugged. "If anyone would, it's him," she stated flatly. "Either way, there's not much more we can do for him. Whether he lives depends on whether his regeneration kicks back in before he dies, or not."
"I mean... he's already healing. I think," replied Felix.
"That's good, then." She nodded. "All we can do now is wait."