After a brief walk and several less-than-helpful pointers from fellow werewolves, I eventually realized that Kyle was with Milo and Darach. They were apparently having a meeting in Darach's own office.
If this was indeed the truth, part of me couldn't help but feel left out. I had also played my part to resolve the crisis, why had they not bothered to call me in?
Was this punishment for my earlier behavior?
It didn't escape my notice that the werewolf who informed me about their whereabouts also had a vaguely pitying look on her face. I could only swallow my hurt, smile, and thank her for her help, before making my way to the office. My footsteps were harsh as I strode imperiously along the familiar corridor to Darach's office, my knuckles rapping against that thick oak door.
That was all the warning they got before I opened the door.
