"That bloody minx." Growled the Callow knight as he thrust his belongings moodily into his pack. "Oh, don't be shy, Alister. You're such a gentleman, Alister." His voice was high-pitched, as he did his level best to mimick a woman's voice. His pack thudded heavily against the shield at his back and the wolfdog made his way to the door. He passed through the hallway, glancing sideways in a grimy mirror. He'd wanted to smash it since the moment he'd found his chest bare and Sidra gone. This urge, however, he could control, and he left it there, hanging askew on the wall. His head ached, and he hadn't even touched his mane. The memories of the night before flooded his mind and he almost wished he would have drank more...almost. There'd be no telling what would have happened if he had.
He was hopelessly reminded again as he passed the sitting room table, the wine glasses sat empty and abandoned. Her scent still lingered in the fibers of the couch and he snorted as it passed through his nostrils. The tawny wolfdog passed by swiftly, opening the door. It slammed behind him as he exited. Sidra's scent lingered on the city streets, and Alister occupied himself by kicking any stray debris in his path. Would he ever be rid of her? It surely didn't seem like it.
God, what had he done? Somewhere in the back of his head he knew it hadn't been his fault, but he was infuriated that she had used him. He wanted to find her, find her and confront her. That pendant had been his mother's! It was all he had of hers, and now that was gone, too. These thoughts passed through his mind, unruly thoughts, he was just so...so angry.
Before he knew it the invisible barrier of Casa di Cavalieri rose up before him. He was careful not to cross the border and instead stood before it a moment. Anxiety flooded him as he gazed at the lands beyond. This wasn't how he'd imagined this day, everything was so very off. An idle hand rose to comb through his disheveled mane as the Callow man tried his best to make himself presentable before he called for someone to greet him. Once he was satisfied that he no longer looked like a senseless vagrant did he pause. He didn't quite know what he should do. He'd never joined a pack before, he'd been born into one, and although it hadn't been home to him he was still apprehensive. Thinking of nothing better to do the man rose his head and howled. In the moments that followed he began to pace. Would they accept him? Isa had assured him they would, she'd even gone as far as volunteering to vouch for him. And Hadley...Was it true? Did they really accept hybrids like himself? His eyes glanced skyward in silent prayer.
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