To the wolves. Of all things. It was funny, he'd begun to feel an affinity to the wolves of the bayou's. To wolves in general. Really since he'd broken the curse. It had changed so much of what he was and he wondered if people understood that. He was finally what he'd been fighting for a thousand years to be. Whole.
And yet there was always more. More to gain, more to fight for. There was Caroline, his family, shattering before his eyes. And yes that included Marcel.
"Then we'll get back some day and we will fix it. Because I expect after some dramatics, on your part obviously, we were allies. And you know how well I work when backed into a corner. They can hurt you, but they cannot hurt me with their bites or claws and I believe they know that. So I have doubts about how long that will last."
It had gotten to Marcel though. Guilt, there was guilt there.
"What's to be done about it here? There's really no sense in wallowing in something you cannot change."