Traveling all the way to Seattle hadn't been Kenneth's idea of a good time, but he was certainly looking forward to having a good old fashioned run-in with Garrett and that stupid little human he insisted on shaking up with. Maybe Varick would even be there, if the man hadn't just offed himself. Losing a mate was so hard and boo hoo hoo, the man had probably just given up. Kenneth rolled his eyes in disgust at that thought. No way he would ever have a mate. No way he would ever give himself to someone so completely.
He'd been stalking the territory for most of that afternoon, staying downwind and trying to avoid any surprise encounters. He'd expected for Garrett to know the moment he stepped foot onto his land, but the longer he was there, the more Kenneth realized that Garrett wasn't around. But he could sense Varick and the leftover fox. How interesting and fortunate that he could finish what he'd started back when Joseph had taken over the pack.
Waiting until Varick was upstairs on what he could only assume was an important business call, Kenneth snuck into the house and into the kitchen where Shannon was. Slipping up behind him, he wrapped his hand around his mouth and whispered into his ear. "Guess who," he said with wicked satisfaction.
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