The girl accused him of a few things and wandered off, pretty easily disturbed and furious for someone who'd only been a member for a few days. Jefferson stifled the nonchalant yawn that lifted when she stormed out of the room; an ear twitched and his eye followed her, but there was no general reaction. "You've forgotten something," he said from the other room, not about to get up and hold her back from leaving. Instead, Jefferson's quiet green eye turned back to the fire. "You've forgotten who the biggest miscreant of all is." The Patriarch's voice was filled with a bit more compassion than usual; it was not that he disliked them. No, he'd never wanted to become a leader like he'd become, but he wouldn't have asked for a different pack. He was like them. He was attracted to them, as they were to him and the reasons he acted and looked the way he did. The Patriarch would not have admitted it, but he knew he was the king of miscreants, if there ever could be one. He fit in there... he knew he did.
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