Originally Posted by IronicHubris

Ignoring Heather entirely, he shook his head in response to Selina, "No, not entirely..." Not being able to prevent some of his inner-growl from seeping into his voice, he left it at that, catching the knowing tone of her voice. This girl was perceptive. He could feel the moon, and it was close to full. He felt close to how he felt on the night he killed all of that poor farmer's chickens. That same uncontrollable wildness felt like it was lying in wait for him to drop his guard.

He sent a dark glare Heather's way, "You, just give me my space for now." He had not forgotten that Heather had mentioned his brother; but, surely, Rafe would not have been a conspirator in something as demeaning as this. As distant as the two of them were, surely Rafe respected him enough to sink to such base offenses. As soon as he calmed down, he resolved to find his older half-brother and ask him about it.

Without another word, he turned on his heel and walked towards the farthest place from Heather that he could manage in the common room and sank heavily on an unoccupied chair. With a still trembling hand, he pinched the bridge of his nose and tried to think of something peaceful.