"Thanks, I'd rather not be king." He shook his head and laughed. "I look forward to getting you to knee for me sometime," he teased back. The soft kiss was sweet. But when Carrick asked about Russell's parents, something in the werewolf's eyes hardened. But it wasn't the look of a lost and angry pup. The rage was there, but tempered by his years as a soldier. "There was a slave revolt in 1978." It wasn't a subject Russ liked to discuss but his voice was stoic. "I was ten. We got caught up in it. I escaped, but my parents and some others were held hostage for days before they were executed. It was in the news for years. I had enough of the press after that."
He paused for a moment and then downed the rest of his whiskey in one gulp. "As soon as I got out of school I joined. Served in the Gulf war. I have a drawer full of medals somewhere."