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was someone else who kept you out of certain leader's notice when you took it upon yourself to overthrow your father's reign over your pack. You disappoint me, my friend. All these efforts of building an alliance going to waste, such a pity," he remarks, reminding me of what has been at stake and what he has done for me, what I've been forced to agree to because of his interference.
    "It's been too long since the last time I considered you a friend so let's skip the charade and get to it. Whatever you've come to require of me to do I'm done being a part of your schemes. You may as well get it out of your head that I'd ever play your games. I won't be doing your dirty work so you should just go."
    He stands up from his seat, now looking straight at me instead of up. "I see how it is. You'll keep pretending that there's no war in the supernatural world and let your kind die. If this is really how a wolf from the royal bloodline acts, then I'm not surprised your kind refused to bow to your ancestors and to you, Regan." The disappointment in his voice is palpable. "You are a disgrace to everything your name stood for."
    "And you're any different, Michael? Is that what you think when you go hunt poor, unsuspecting humans, then feed them your false promises of immortality only to sell them to your masters? Is the thought that you do it to protect your own letting you sleep at night?"
    "I know it's not the right thing to do, Regan." He sighs. "But at least I'm trying to do something about it. What are you doing, though?"
    "I'm protecting my own, just like you are." 
    He shakes his head. "No, you're hiding. You're refusing to face the consequences of our actions. You knew you'll need to step up and become a Council member when you dethroned your father but what did you do then? You decided it was too much responsibility for you and refused to join the Council, instead contented yourself with ruling over your pack and deserted the rest of the moon children. 
    "You were the one who caused your pack's fall and what you did when it happened? You fled with the cowards who were still on your side and came here to slaughter innocent people and take their land. You hid here and kept pretending your kind's fate had nothing to do with you, that you were only responsible for the ones closest to you."
    "I never wanted to become a magistrate!" I shout back, anger nibbling on my insides. I refuse to look at the man. He's speaking the truth, nonetheless, it's his truth, not mine.
    "And since when do our wishes matter, Regan?"
    Raising my gaze to meet his once again, they are similar to hers. Gray, yet a different kind of gray. Not like the skies clouding with storms but like the silvery gray of the full moon, a few shades lighter and a few centuries older too. Eyes that hide knowledge underneath, thoughts that are probably terrifying and no feelings. He forsook those long ago it seems.
    "You deserted me, Michael. I needed you and you deserted me." The accusation is soft, maybe because deep down I know it doesn't have a basis. He did that but he had his reasons too.
    He sighs. "I had my own battles to fight. You know that, Regan."
    "As I had mine."
    Standing up from his spot, he's shaking his head. "This is going nowhere."
    I'm glad he realizes it.
    "So I guess I'll have to do what I always do. I'll need to give you the incentive you need. Soon you'll be the one seeking me out, I can promise you that."
    "When hell freezes over," I mumble, irked by the vampire's audacity to even consider that I can be a pawn in his games again, incentive or no incentive.
    Michael only shakes his head, the blank expression on his poster boy exterior flickering for barely a moment, replaced by one of deep sadness, and then the mask returns, covering his slip.
    He skirts past me, glancing back at the last moment. "Are you going to escort me or shall I see myself out?"
    "Just go and don't let the door hit you on your way out," I nearly groan in exasperation. 
    "I