Carrick gave a faint nod. He could see the military bearing in the werewolf's upright carriage, although the other man's clothes seemed to be anything but those of a military officer.
"And now? You're a long way from home. But then so am I."
His head turned a little and his pale eyes flicked to Russell's face. "I'm a member of Hiddekel Island's Council. It's my business to be interested."
Carrick could feel the warmth emanating from the other man. Warmth and something else. Werewolves generally ran hot, in comparison to the grave-cool temperature of the undead, but the heat he felt from this Alpha was something far more than that. He blinked slowly, his eyes shadowed as he stopped walking and turned to face the other man. His face was inexpressive, but his voice held a dark promise.
"I'm more interested in another question. Now you know you're being watched, can you still win tonight? And when you do, will you fuck as hard as you fight?" He stepped closer. "Because that I'd really like to watch."