He was a master of feeling nothing. His heartbeat hardly increased at any moment. It was not hereditary. He had to achieve it with practice. His father and uncle's and aunts had taught him this. His grandfather had taught his father. And so on and so forth. He had different love interests in different times and he had several offspring. They were trained by him and their trainings were continued by his siblings and cousins.
When he read the news of the murder of the woman by a wolf he understood it was a werewolf. He did not feel anything. Yes, his father and uncles and aunts had trained him to hunt the werewolves, but he could not break the rule. He was not paid for the hunting. So no matter what he could not start the hunt. Yes, he could search Google and get the facts and make a file for that case and write down his theories about the case, but he could not physically start the hunt. It was against his family's rule. Remaining calm was the rule. Even if hunting a werewolf they were asked to remain calm. He had never gotten a chance to hunt any werewolf in his life time. Werewolves were getting smarter day by day. They were using technology to their advantage. Besides, people these days were losing track of the old traditions and Silverarrows were technologically backward people. They did not advertise themselves. They were royalties once. It was the thing of long past no doubt, but once a royalty always a royalty. So people were oblivious of the traditions of the Silverarrows and did not know how to request them to hunt werewolves. That was why he was not hunting the werewolves even if he noticed a hundred werewolves in his country. If and only someone requested him following the simple tradition then only he would hunt the particular requested for werewolf and no one else.