A hot, blinding flash of rage flickers through the pack link, enough to catch the attention of the other wolves, who've been tending to Benji's wounds -- but it passes, and Corrigan focuses hard on projecting calm, control, peace. It doesn't matter that he wants to find Miles, even if it takes all night, wants to tear him into little pieces while he's still alive and sniveling. How dare he. How dare he.
But Kurt's the priority, Kurt is there shivering and sniffling and curled up against his chest. That's where Corrigan's attention needs to be. He kisses their wrist again, scoops them back into his arms, into his lap, kissing their neck and cheek and temple, like he can chase away the cruel, hateful words with his touch alone. "If he comes near you, I'll kill him." It's matter-of-fact, because of course there's no other option.
The fact that Miles knew their name is -- troubling, though. He's been banished from the pack connection, he's not come close enough to catch any of the wolves's attention with his scent, how does he know who Kurt is, beyond far-off glimpses? Had he been sniffing around the human settlement, asking questions about the missing, presumed-dead youth who'd vanished into the woods months ago? It seems far-fetched, but not impossible.
Corrigan hates the idea, but further investigation is needed. Miles is a good liar, and he can easily stir up a mob mentality among the villagers, and maybe mount an attack that way, since he can't defeat the pack on his own. There's a lot to think about, a lot to plan -- but Kurt is exhausted and their wrist is still sluggishly bleeding, so Corrigan stands carefully, wanting to get them inside and warm. "But he isn't going to get anywhere near you. We'll act first, we'll make sure." Bold promises, but if the Alpha says it, it'll be so. "I'm not going to let him hurt you again, Kurt. I promise."
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Date: 2023-07-21 01:30 am (UTC)But Kurt's the priority, Kurt is there shivering and sniffling and curled up against his chest. That's where Corrigan's attention needs to be. He kisses their wrist again, scoops them back into his arms, into his lap, kissing their neck and cheek and temple, like he can chase away the cruel, hateful words with his touch alone. "If he comes near you, I'll kill him." It's matter-of-fact, because of course there's no other option.
The fact that Miles knew their name is -- troubling, though. He's been banished from the pack connection, he's not come close enough to catch any of the wolves's attention with his scent, how does he know who Kurt is, beyond far-off glimpses? Had he been sniffing around the human settlement, asking questions about the missing, presumed-dead youth who'd vanished into the woods months ago? It seems far-fetched, but not impossible.
Corrigan hates the idea, but further investigation is needed. Miles is a good liar, and he can easily stir up a mob mentality among the villagers, and maybe mount an attack that way, since he can't defeat the pack on his own. There's a lot to think about, a lot to plan -- but Kurt is exhausted and their wrist is still sluggishly bleeding, so Corrigan stands carefully, wanting to get them inside and warm. "But he isn't going to get anywhere near you. We'll act first, we'll make sure." Bold promises, but if the Alpha says it, it'll be so. "I'm not going to let him hurt you again, Kurt. I promise."